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