There is a place in every distance where the body wants to stopWhere the legs go to lead and the spirit goes to dropThe lungs put in a notice, the heart files an appealEverything you are negotiating with the way you feelThe mind paints a picture of the couch and the doorAnd whispers you have done enough, you cannot give it moreEverything in you says stop hereEverything you trained for disappearsThen a smaller voiceA quieter voiceSaysNot hereThe wallIs a door you do not knockYou run straight through the part where the others all stopThe wallIt is never as solid as it looks from the frontThe wall is just the last thing fear had to confrontI met the place where the body wants to quitStood in the doorway, breathed, and went through itAnd the strangest thing, the wall was made of airThe terror of the wall is bigger than the wall is thereOn the other side the legs came back to meThe wall was just the toll to pay for who I want to beThe wallIs a door you do not knockYou run straight through the part where the others all stopThe wallEverything you want is on the far side of the hardThe wall is not the ending, the wall is just the guardPush the door, push it slowThe only way around it is the only way I know, through
