Why do you have to get in the way of summer?
You constantly beckon me to be here,
When I wish to be there.
You ask for me when I have engagements.
You call for me when I'm out with others.
I can never plan a trip without consulting you first.
You act like my gatekeeper,
But I don't have a gate.
Work, why do you have to get in the way of summer?
Why do you have to become my non-existent boyfriend?