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.
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