Letting go

it was a nice run
wasn’t long or wide
but it was strangely mine
walk of life through fire
and even though I ran blind
barefoot and spied on
numbered with delinquent debt
watched along every toll and path
still
each step got me closer to Christ
his fantastic crowd
my fanatic brothers in arms
as life is just a different name
for slow
slow death
and obviously we get crucified
by what we couldn’t let go
in time
we got to play outside the Ether
the vault of Heaven
we came from