My Why
I don’t often think about my why…
As Rivs asks,”Why does a bird fly?”
I run to be,
It’s a part of me.
I run for the same reason a bird soars in the sky.
I don’t often think about my why…
As Rivs asks,”Why does a bird fly?”
I run to be,
It’s a part of me.
I run for the same reason a bird soars in the sky.