Take it from me

At the midpoint the path becomes less clear. A light barely flickers in the distance but beckons me like a major chord. Gasoline smears my skin and I gain momentum. The friction ignites me into a flame and now, as I close in its intervals accelerate. 

How familiar.

It temptingly dangles before me like strung meat. Peers and new authorities push it away from me but I prevail and feast on its forbidden chips leaving nothing behind but a final bite. Just as I'm about to finish I'm restrained and freed from that path. 

At least I stopped that fucking flicker.