Accept it.

Once it was all about seeking.
A random event based on Awe.
Wandering through the options and the paths
Until something too bright to ignore
Tore at the scabs.
Then the Hunger took over.
Only taking and having mattered.
That too faded
Either sated or overcome
Somehow
Now is the strain of non-indulgence.
There are pleasures, still.
But not what is wanted.
Something beautiful
Truly beautiful
Is again needed in life.
This summer’s sun has done something
Brought something
Freedom from old Hooks
Fresh dreams.
Easy Hopes.