The Wall

Stop and think, there’s always a way.

and there it stands
so big and wide
you’re six feet tall
it’s miles high

this wall you face
this route you’ll take
that’s yours to choose
that’s yours to make

around the wall
that’s what you’ll do
the long way ‘round
the scenic view

but tired legs
no piece of cake
you’re quickly worn
new choice to make

below the wall
that’s what you say
you’ll dig and dig
go through the clay

but downward feels
against the grain
you’re clearly spent
you’ll choose again

above the wall
that’s what you’ll try
you’ll claw and climb
to reach the sky

but strength is slight
and you’re no brawn
you quickly fail
options seem gone

as fear creeps in
you start to sway
then stop to think
there’s sure a way

it’s all so clear
just missed before
you realize
you’ll make a door