It's just void screaming and will pass

There is nothing within these lines The uncaught hand of the fallen Nails digging into a palm That split second chance of connection, lost Gravity and time pulling As I scratch at smooth surfaces Grab at missed holds I couldn't have stopped anyway For my journey is dictated If only I could sit back, watch the view Have confidence in the driver I'm awake again, foot slamming invisible brakes I so want to drive... But these are foreign roads I'd never be able to navigate them It doesn't feel the point Let me object!!! Moments are not the collected sand in an hourglass! Those grains can scatter on the wind... I open my hand Stare at the life line And choose some wallpaper