Am I in a place where you can step in and move?
Will I open the door when you knock,
Answer when you beckon?

Maybe I’m not prepared.
I need to set the table.

How can we feast if I’m not ready to eat?
If I’ve ruined my appetite elsewhere,
Hungering after stale and spoiled fare?

Sometimes I forget who I am in you,
And only remember who I was.
I need to set the table.