101 Places Kelsey Gray Has Been

96. Looking for Life in All the Right Places

Twenty thousand miles is a start.
We'll tack another couple hundred on before the night,
And drive until the phantoms start to twist and blur our sight,
With snacks the only sustenance 'til morning hits us bright.

We left it all behind us when our home we did depart:
The binding ties of life and wealth society calls "smart."
We'll go until we see enough to please our wand'ring hearts,
And twenty thousand miles is a start.

97. Completely Defying the Elements

There's nothing like the sound of silence
     ringing in your ears;
The hum that fills the emptiness when
     there's no sound to hear.
It's rare to have a moment thus without a
     single sound,
To find it one must be alone, with nothing
     else around.

Today the motion never stops, and
     everything's a roar,
Where productivity's the game, and money
     is the score,
And silence is a seldom thing to reach
     the ears of men;
Now let another hundred years go by us...
     Oh, what then?

By then will we have lost that simple peace
     for all of time?
Will anywhere be left a tiny fraction
     so sublime,
That man can simply sit and be all quiet,
     still, and small?
Will there be any place on earth where
     nothing sounds at all?

98. Blinded By the Light

I am a dreamer of colorful things,
And diff'rent realities too,
And sometimes I'm troubled to tell them apart:
What's dreaming, and what is true?

99. Stemming the Gap

It's madness, perhaps, but I thrive.
Out here, I can tell I'm alive.
I can focus, I see, I don't worry, I'm free,
And I'd rather not go back inside.

100. Partaking in Midnight's Magic

Wherever there's a wonder, there I'll be;
From lofty peak to valley, sea to sea.
When inspiration stirs a heart,
Or nature shows its perfect art,
I pledge to always be a part;
You see...

In every magic moment that will be,
The one who will record it all is me.

101. Facing the Future

I could ride bikes, I could sing songs, I could be off at school.
I could become a criminal; I'm good at breaking rules.
I could become a millionaire with money as my goal,
It's not so hard to trade and save, it just takes time, is all.

They tell me that I'm gifted, maybe I can really think,
Invent things that will help the world, or use a pen and ink,
Become a fashion model or a famous movie star,
Or get involved in politics and really take it far.

I could become a sailor and be out upon the seas,
Or fashion landscape masterpieces, work with grass and trees.
It wouldn't be too hard for me to get into the war,
And head on out to fight and kill, regardless what it's for.

I could enjoy the mountains, living life for all it's worth.
Or I could take off and hit the road and travel all the earth.
Consider all the treasures and the knowledge to be shown!
But now I'm finding lately that I can't have fun alone.

There's lots of things that I can be; and think, and find, and do.
I could be out enjoying any one of them, it's true.
But even with so many different options, big and small,
I find I'd rather be with you, than anything at all.