When Enough Is Enough

When enough has become enough,

How do we know?

How do you know what's real and what's not?

When everything seems to be for show.

To question oneself continuously over time,

One will go mad inevitably, to the point all become mime. 

Be silent in one's own space.

And to tolerate at a steady pace.

Inconsiderate and selfish to no end.

Deep to the bones to hell it'll send.

Close your eyes and dream of another day.

Where peace and equality signify a better way.

Never understanding things to come.

Distancing yourself from feeling a shun. 

When it feels no matter is left to give,

Remove one from the world you live.

Pain resides every time it's use.

Acknowledge your matter to its own abuse.

Look at a bigger notion, and ways you will soon motion.

Guidance is right there under your feet,

When all that's left to feel is defeat.

To watch one run from the dream,

Making up reality into what only May seem.

Fighting the urge to speak on hand.

Is noticing what slips through quick as sand.

The Knowing of need to finally let go,

Of what once was, because now is all I know.