Allusive River Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Allusive river,
Life's colors and fate;
The illusion giver,
Both turning or strait.
What has a meaning,
Which is in your mind?
We must be dreaming,
Searching on to find.

For what never is,
Nor ever shall be;
It's only our mere wish,
Things we can not see.
Allusive river,
Running slow or fast;
Wishful things deliver,
Nothing's going to last.

We can not know,
Outcome of a dream;
What will be tomorrow,
Is just what it seem.