Rusted Wheel

  When do you know when enough is enough? When you've gone way past your luck and you can't get unstuck. Do you still try to move forward with such an incompliant pull, only dragging out the inevitability of the final break? And what is it that you hold onto for dear life? Because once that wheel has rusted there is no turning back. For it lacks luster and can no longer be repaired. So will you save yourself from the fall that will eventually happen? Or will you ride that rusted wheel out and deal with the aftermath that becomes you? The you that ends up on the floor, picking up all of the million tiny pieces that are left and trying to piece yourself back together. But knowing that you will never be the same again, will you save face or will you ride that rusted wheel out?