When To Quit

When the last drop of your oil starts to burn
And the wild wind of dusk starts threatening
That may be the point at which you should turn

Dawn brings day, but night’s nightmares are waiting
Making the tunnel of hope lose its end
The road becomes too long for traveling

When passion and zeal don’t take the same bend;
When every turn wears clothes that seem sewn wrong;
Everything else, with it, begins to rend.

When the dwarfs in your dream play the wrong song;
When your ‘work in progress’ looks like a fling;
And your dream wife appears wearing a thong

It is high time you started that packing
Though the invested time may really sting.

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