Thoughts

Aleesha Harris

The blood red river flows
In its limitless direction very few go.
The meaning of life is ever on lips and minds
Though often pondered, never defined.
Does the idea of love actually fit into the chaos of life?
Or is it merely a mirage, designed to cover the strife?
A ghostly cord catches on a record somewhere
A hauntingly sweet melody on the sour, not so distant
Air.