clickety clack

​Hurtling forward 

Clickety clack

The train is speeding, down a new track

The signals are red

But I can’t slow it down

Maybe I should be dressed as a clown

You are the buffers

You will hold me close

Render me speechless, make me feel most

You are the danger

The spark to my flame

Racing to you with no ounce if shame


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