When is it Time

Is it when time moves beyond years

Or when cries devoid of anguish and tears fuel heated hatred 

Is it when the love you thought you knew has no memory of you

Inspiration becomes a muted orchestra with deafening pounding

Is that when it is time?

Maybe when the pain in my eyes are too much to bear

When you beg for affection looking past a distant stare

When is it best to annul and stop being enemies

When one surrenders and continues to be defeated

Is it when manipulation surpasses counter reactions

When pleas bring provisional fixes 

That must be when the myth dies no longer living a lie

Tired of struggling for two realizing change needs only one