You'd become what you dream

Once there was a faithful dreamer
Fixing his plans on a cold December
Hoping someday he could taste the flavor
Of his wild imagination for his brilliant future

As he begin to paint a vague vision of his tomorrow
On an institution that colors his deepest shadow
It is a must for him to follow
The way that will lead him to see a place that’s yellow

He endure the aches, he face them all bravely
He never minds it all, instead he foresee
He continue to shape his life like a piece of sweet cookie
And dreamed that one day he’d finally be able to work in the city

One day when he was about to wake up
He was surprised with what he has become
His head with a toque and a white uniform he is wrap,
He stands up proud and said, “I am Chef Tom.”

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