The Summons Finds Me Unprepared

A beautiful time lost to memory—
it keeps returning to me.

My life is terribly complicated;
don't lay conditions on me anymore—
this equation of existence itself
I cannot balance.

I come unprepared—
I answer your call,
but I have nothing to give.

I fail again and again...
I touch you carelessly,
yet there is no tiredness in me, not a drop.