Spark Plug

The clock is always ticking
	Speedometer spinning along
	Wear and tear building up
	Traversing life looking to belong

	Easy to miss the exit signs
	The clock is always ticking
	Most of us drive around blind
	Our internal light barely flickering 

	We all have a set number of miles
	Unfortunately spend too many in a haze 
	The clock is always ticking 
	Time to turn that flicker into a blaze

	Rev up the love in your heart 
	Ignite the flame on the wicking 
	It’s never too late to fire up your engine
	Because the clocking is always ticking

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