So used to searching,
never had enough.
A hunger waning,
finished with all I’ve done.
Always a shadow,
but now,
I stand outside,
watching the weather,
feeling the wind behind.
So,
this is what it’s like
to be normal.
Is it?
I can’t really tell right now.
Self sedated,
just a matter of course,
already.
No desire to be satisfied,
so,
I assume I am.
What’s before me,
must be
sufficient for me.
Not every day
needs to be a war.
Not every struggle
needs to be
against a dragon.
Slow it down
and see
what each day has in store.
There’s more here than we’ll ever need.
HG – 2019
