i thought i had everything
but really, i had nothing
with you,
i could could have been something
something so true

memories of jasmine
memories of things i have done
things, before i was young
when i did not seem to care
but now i am older

i know what i have seen
and although she said she would
it was not for me
and it came to no good

people all look the same
it never rains
and no one knows –
who to blame

i told some people
all about space
one of them was an artist
she was good at copying and taught me to trace

i have seen you there
don’t you know
in your garden of death
where flowers never grow