Each story have preambula

Preambula

Each story have preambula
And mine is not exception to the rule
It started probably five hundred years ago or so
Clairvoyant said i was princess in the past , not less
Guess i can laugh now over my blue blood
Washing the floors, while dreaming of vacations in Nice
The dreams like blooms on tree, dying without proper care
My aspirations still alive despite setbacks on way
Ain't fragile flower I am , the burning bush
The story is not over yet
Sometimes I wonder how to progress
Meandering aimlessly on horse without my head
Bringing the chaos in already confused life
Meeting the three wise monkeys on the fork of road
Not helping get the answers , otherwise
So i move on far and beyond
The rider on the chariot of time
by Margaret Gudkov