Escapril Day 1: Vision of the Future
When you peer through a stream, what do you see?
Is it a clear image etched in rippling glass?
Or a foggy picture clouded by debris?
Time is a endless series of movements
Varying by intensity
Visions are capricious, fickle fiends
Fate ebbs and flows
Misfortune starts to unravel endlessly
Then serendipity passes by unexpectedly
No matter what the future holds
Sometimes you’ll just have to live spontaneously
So buckle down and mosey along
Just embrace your destiny