I walk around to free my mind of this curse called thought.

When I’m out there on the road it’s a break from the boredom of it all.

Sleep, eat, work, bills, a day off, rinse, repeat…it’s all the fuckin’ same…

I’d rather ride trains around on any given day.

Without work though I’m not earnin’ it, I’m not pullin’ my own weight.

I trickle back into society with a clean new slate.

I start a new job, hopin’, prayin’, that it won’t be the same.

But in the end I’m in and out…nothin’s gonna change.

I guess there’s a happy medium between hedonistic worlds of ramblin’ and the insane.

This is how I live my life,

In between the pages of black and white,

A hedonistic degenerate, a bum, a victim of two worlds,

Take a stab at my plight, it’s all the same, I really don’t fuckin’ care.

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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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