#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.
The knowledge of the scales weights with the challenge
Though hard it seems opposition brings balance
A fool dances at the bottom of the sun
While the wise respects the morning that's begun
We wrestle not against flesh and blood
But take refuge in the coming flood