Flurries

I read somewhere
That want stems
From one’s history.

Anyone who knows
Me, knows I’m the
Queen of the why.

The fool of a how.
Without directions
All those intentions

Squint into tangled
Tight mind knots.
But, not stopping

Flurries of dreams,
Always reaching to
History repeating.

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