Don’t get nothin’ outta days work.
Don’t get nothin’ outta ridin’ free.
Don’t get nothin’ outta in between.

The most I get is in my dreams.

I dream of wanderin’, runnin’ free.
I dream of work until I up an leave.
I dream of the mountains and the open sea.

Her chilling breath wrenching me as she clickety-clacks through the blaze of trees.

It’s hard to explain this curse…you see…

It both pains and heals, mending wounds so deep.

But somewhere between it all I’d rather not have to think…

And so I pack it all up and well damn…I leave.

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Brian Cray is not a cyclist. He’s not a hitchhiker. He’s not a train hopper or an adrenaline junkie. He’s just an ordinary man with gypsy blood in his veins, who can’t seem to settle down. Nothing defines him. He goes wherever this world takes him on this journey we call life, roaming the world, at will, by any means. He aspires for a life of indefinite travel, a tiny home in the woods for him and his wife, and any work that keeps him wanderin’. Brian Cray is a travel writer at heart, sharing his stories with the world one keystroke at a time.


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