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.