After all the events that has occurred
I realize I have a disease
This problem has risen more than twice
Occasionally, I dream of macaroni and cheese

Sometimes I want to be somewhere cold
On mountain of ice cream of endless scoops
Sometimes I want to be somewhere hot
Swimming in a bowl of French onion soup

My dreams serenade my stomach
with its fennel, prosciutto, and pomegranate salad
It's strumming my cravings with its fingers
Its sweet song sings to me like a ballad

My condition is getting worse
Somehow this disease becomes more freaky
I find myself sleep walking into the kitchen
Satisfying my stomach with a pile of lamb with tzatziki

If this disease truly exists
It is not yet a fact
I'll just trudge on with my life
Completing my days with a midnight snack