#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.

In the mist of doubt, where shadows creep,
The canvas of life, our dreams we keep.
Though fog may veil our hopeful sight,
The resilient soul finds its guiding light.

With brush in hand, and heart aglow,
We dare to dream, to ebb and flow.
Through trials faced, and paths unknown,
We sculpt our fate, our story sown.

For in the chaos, beauty lies,
In every stroke, a truth belies.
The canvas shifts, the colors blend,
As we rewrite the tale, from end to end.

So let us not lament the haze,
But seize the moment, our own maze.
For in the journey, we find our grace,
And paint anew, with steadfast pace.


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