when do i make that choice, when does it achieve the next level, when do i decide, when is it true, and honest, and pure, when does it become worth fighting for, when will it become a pledge to go to hell and back, when does it become a promise, held true, and achieved, when is it just right, when is it all wrong, but still done in the face of all understanding and reason, when does it become something to write home about, when does it become something to write poetry, or a film, or theater, or books, or etchings in cement blocks, when does it become worthy of a tattoo, when does it reproduce, and the circle continues, when is it, when?