Really, I'm fine.
I'm just a little tired is all.
No, no -- no soup for me. I doubt liquid
and broth will cure fatigue. Besides, my
kind of tired is way, way out of the medicinal league.
It's more of a rest thing; I just have to lay down
for about an hour -- maybe even a year --
and let it all pass me by. Yeah, exactly, I have
to be the sea shell, shiny, stationary, and wise,
letting the waves wash over me forever; and
by forever I mean until one big enough
pushes me far enough across the earth,
to a place where waves will never touch me again.
Or until some kid picks me up
and puts me in his aquarium back home.
I'm tired, mom.