Ticket 2 Ride

The world is a bicycle built for two
We wake up alone every morning
Love is hard boiled but easily cracks
It comes without a consumer warning

Each day is a new treasure map
Awaiting each drawn in memory
The hand guiding the wheel is mine
These fresh tracks become my history

My lasso hooks the stars just for fun
I fashion them into a sparkling necklace
Only you should wear the heavens
Your starlight is fastest in the race

The illusive gold buried in the hills
Tempts only a foolish, otiose man
We rise or fall in crucial times
Independent of the grand plan

Roll with the tumbling dice
House odds show no favor
Bet only on your own number
You are are the most unique flavor