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
watched along every path
still
each step got me closer to Christ
my brother 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 place
we came from