At what point do you say no more, take what you have learned and close the door, on another chapter, another book, turn around without a second look. At what point do you stop pointing fingers, do you stop the commotion, slow down for a minute and jus breathe. At what point do you give it all up turn around and jus leave. Has this all been one big lie, jus to make my insides cry, drag me along jus for the ride. who what where when? defines where to stop and where to begin? comforts are now taken for granted like little seeds of hate firmly planted, when doe wrong become right? when does the darkness meet the light. who carries the answers who knows what todo because i know its not within me or you.