Will you, baby bird?

Will you be alone

Will you be free

Will you feel a mother’s love

Will you soar into the sky

Will you see the world

Will you ever leave

Will you grow strong

Will you find meaning

Will you have regrets

Will you feel safe

Will you learn important lessons

Will you find warmth in the cold

Will you be happy

And most of all,

Will you think of me when I’m gone

Run from the Norm .

Conversations with people in motion, and reflections from a life spent chasing adventure in the outdoors.

https://runfromthenorm.com
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