#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.

We paint a side and won't see the other
people are trying not to bother.
The fog sits in your eyes
all it's telling you lies.
You try to fight,
another one dies.
A different night,
no disguise.
You've drawn your pretty picture,
but it just doesn't mirror your life.
It doesn't make you richer,
to paint perfect lies.
Imperfection is not bad,
always wanting perfection
makes you mad.
Paint without planning,
live without the strict structure.
Escape the matrix,
find your own
way.

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