Speeding car

Another night in the speeding car,
I don't know how I got there, but I am.
It's not a joy ride.
No seatbelt, no breaks, no steering wheel,
Hurtling towards the unknown.
Sickly, silently terrified
I want it to stop, I want it to stop, to just stop
but it won't and I can't make it.
Speeding towards destination unknown, perhaps a wall,
I'm the helpess passenger, the victim,
a sacrifice given up to horrible destiny.
I awake breathless, shaken.
But I'm still in the speeding car,
Still the powerless passenger thrust along,
I just can't see it anymore.
-srw