Mile fourWhere the easy runs outThis is the part that the talking is aboutMile fourNobody is watching, that is the testThe mile that you run ugly is the mile that builds the restLegs filing a complaint I will not signLungs writing letters in a language not mineThe crowd is gone, the cameras are goneJust you and the question of whether you go onYou do not have to like it, you just have to stayKeep the legs moving, let the wanting walk awayMile fourWhere the easy runs outThis is the part that the talking is aboutMile fourEverybody is strong in the first easy mileThe grind sorts the wanting from the willing in a whileThe mind starts bargaining, the mind starts to lieSays rest is a mercy, says nobody will know whyBut you will know, and the knowing is the thingSo you bury the excuse and you let the silence ringThis is not the part you post, this is the part you areThe unglamorous middle, the long dark before the starNo one claps for mile fourBut mile four is the door, mile four is the warMile fourWhere the easy runs outThis is the part that the talking is aboutMile four
