Why is it that I always say that I will do things only when you arrive?
Why is it that i always smile when I'm in my bed and you peak your head over the horizon?
And why is it that I scoul whenever I'm in my basement, rewatching Kipper the Dog, and you do so?
Sometimes I dread you or fear you or hate you.
But most times I long for you, embrace you, and love you.
And why do I ask and say such things, you ask?
I'll answer you tomorrow, even though you're already here.