step on the gas

I am three steps away from catching on fire subjected ensnared undone. I watch myself melt and deform boundless distanced sadness. I say. "I will rise against it!!" Anger shall free me from the void that eats my stomach, that slows my limbs!! I am strong! I can & WILL unshackle myself, unclip the seat belt, deliver myself to the next day safe & sound! No. It stays endless. What more could I do but submit to the fire. To the distance. To the inevitablity of the final car crash.