I Feel Like a Spring Robin

I feel like a spring Robin. Reluctant to leave his nest. Values cherished awaste paste not pride left untested. To nature. Wings not spread unheard to the tasks that lie ahead. Indeed this reluctant Robin must leave his nest. And scale a world blessed with adventure a venture known best. But avoided for this soul is held back by a force that demands his every ounce and luck the rest. Surely this reluctant Robin should leave his nest. In hope that luck, dear luck will change the rest. And bring life to a path lest void by only saids. And raids of thought brought forth by inner will at most. That I now believe that me, the reluctant Robin will finally welcome risk. Love and life. And leave this nest. 28/06/13?