Blue Song
I am tired. I am tired of speech and of action. If you should meet me upon the street do not question me for I can tell you only my name and the name of the town I was born in–but that is enough. It does not matter whether tomorrow arrives anymore. If there is only this night and after it is morning it will not matter now. I am tired. I am tired of speech and of action. In the heart of me you will find a tiny handful of dust. Take it and blow it out upon the wind. Let the wind have it and it will find its way home.