Contradiction

Tell me if one can, 
when enough is really enough.
Beyond success, away from failure,
when its reveling and depression enough.
Beyond the talk of friends and slander of foes,
All this merriment and sorrow enough.
With the homeless searching shelter,
the wandering of the living large enough.
The ever present memories of the past,
And the ever evading present enough.
The brave despite its loss,
And the unseen fears of timid enough.
The paltry answers of all questions,
those question raising answers enough.
Laughing back at those mirrors,
When truth hurts, hurts enough.
Have made the mind to leave behind,
The trailing foot-marks enough.