Need.

I don't need fables
to justify my existence.

For once,
the Earth rises and sets;
instead of the Sun.

I look outside my species,
and outside my being.

Before one can grow,
one must know oneself.

I look beyond the familiar
into mists full of arcane things.

What was once rusted
becomes gold-tipped;

what was once tasteless
develops myriad flavour.

I don't need anything,
but it'd be nice to have your love.