Chasing a Dream

I can taste its rewards like freshly made pancakes In this type of field I am like the butter fizzing in the pan But I refuse to melt away. I refuse to give up my chance. Even though at times it may seem hard to seek, I'll never let it get away from me. I'll mark it down on the calender like it's my anniversary. I can feel it bubbling inside me like the formation of a pancake in a pan. And the images they run through my head like an unborn child's sonogram. I toss my dreams up into the sky with a invisible magical Spatula and wait for victory. Because just like these cakes that are about to be devoured I know I've got it in me.