So, you're the espresso shots mixed in that iced mocha, even without the whipped cream, even with the imperfections, even with the bitter taste, even when you're under the gray skies, even without the sunshine on your face, the ice chips melting, it was still delicious. But then you got me twisting and turning on this bed of half baked dreams, I curl up like an almond pretzel wishing I was wrapped around the warmth of melted chocolate chips. You turned my mind into a carnival, carousels of too many roundabouts, spin me deliriously inside these violent waves and rushing lava flows. I have been counting sheep and chasing cars, played lullabies and uttered lost riddles to the stars tonight. I have climbed the mountains high and touched the clouds above the seas. I have walked these shores of pure white sand and saw your reflection on the moon at night. This train of thought is completely off track or maybe I am just lost in time. Tell me, why is it so hard to fall asleep?