I don't know how. To get back on.To take back grip of what was once mine. Know here I am lost behind the wheel. It seems to be that every time  I reach to grab a hold it just dodges my grip. Now my palms are sweaty and salty from constantly trying to grip upon the wheel. Now here I am one hundred thousand years trying to reach for the wheel but I can't because my hands are tied upon my back. I'll just sit here watching my life happen, hands upon my back. Living a life of eternity is not so good when your hands are tied upon your back.

Scruffy hair and a broad blue face. Saddened eyes and a confused mind. Shallow whispers and chest pains. Those rivers are now flowing on his face taking away his spirit. Tear drops they are. One by one here they come, running away with his spirit. Here they come one by one, softening his face. They chose him first but I do indeed believe that your next. Run and hide but they'll always find you and they'll stick to you till you tear them off. And when tear them off, off with it will come part of you.

Thrashing and ripping at you and twisting your stomach muscles. That's what stress does. No blue sky's today but a instead a sky of fire and death.A thrashing rapid build up of staggering cacaos. Scream inside but no one will hear. Red in the cheeks and blue inside, muscles ripped and heart upside down. What a maleficent thing stress does. So staggering and
yet it crushes you slowly with somber waves of gloom and doom.

Water falls and exuberant mossy hills rise and fall across the horizon. Grey and purple have toned the sky. A smoky fog hangs in the air and all is still. Peace.Peace.Peace. Stars are enlightened by the dark dusk coming upon them . Each star containing a electrifying  glow illuminating the somber sky. The sky now is crawling with a chill and the sun that once beat down on you is now silent and still, caressing the sky with tones of darkness. Darker and darker and darker the sky becomes. Somber waves of the near by ocean calms your mind.
Dandelion flowers and purple tulips fill the fields. The somber night has gone and now morning has arrived.