I wrote to Jupiter That it will take some time. That I know he lay ashes But the fire I put out. I wrote to Venus About the silly things That she often said, And I wonder Did the astrals Shoot their arrows in my head. How I got myself here When did I tug away And far I have drifted As I lay sad and astray. I wrote to Jupiter On merit and plea, I wrote Venus On why she painted me. I love the strangeness Of the bellis growing freely But I'm a plucked blossom Needing to regrow to be free.