Let us.

I became frantic as I thought of myself dying. With how much I drive, I'll probably get pinned between two cars. Two rugged grills. Two awkward minutes, where I'll wonder what I've accomplished. I panic not because I think of myself as a loser, but because I think of myself as not done. I am incomplete but I don't wish to be done. Who does? You finish it all, you finish yourself. You finish that urge. You put out that fire. Why would you want to do that? Let's keep wishing. Let's keep hoping. Without any of that, we're none of that. We're just a piece, an inch apart from all the other pieces. Let's look forward to something. Let's not close our eyes. Let us be by not letting anything be. Let us fight. Let us bring out the cries. Let us become aware and let us warn those in despair. Let us win. Let us not be done.