When the faces repeat,
And you rinse and lather the imaginary relationships between.

It is time.

When you no longer care about anything but a smile and a wave.
And the real relationships are laid bare before you.

It is time.

When you're too close to the fire and know you it is so.
By the smell of your smoldering self-realized ego.

It is time.

When the moments have passed and the omens you knew,
Which have been good tor you, for so long, are now gone.

*Yes, it is time to go.