That old clock's ticking like it's the last day of the world.
That captain's wheel spinning, hands a blur.
Our roads spiral quickly together,
Soon to join forever
As one.
Smiles spread and grins grow.
A little life multiplies into new joy and hope.
Before we know it, saplings of bright green jump and thrive
Then midnight strikes and the pillows meet our old, accomplished eyes
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