Iodline Road

This morning I woke up

Felt like a monk

Silently observing something celibate

I've been dreaming of a dream of love

Feels like I'm obsolete

Giving away pieces of me

No loving in return for what I give you easily

I take it back

You take everything

Just like poetry unrecited

I think of us

And the moon turns iodine red

I've go no reservations,

Not going anywhere

Neither is this but what do you care

We could keep on getting deeper to reach the nothing

Nowhere

I could be what you want me to be

But that wouldn't mean that much to me

I'm aware of my own importance you close your eyes to see

The fire that burns in you is desire that isn't mine to free

Just like poetry unrecited

I think of us and the moon turns iodine red

What was then is now undecided

I think of us and the moon turns iodine red