You can watch the world through the windshield of a car.
The knowledge of a constant law.
The racing against the clock.
While the sun and moon seem to always be by your side.
A blink and what you didn't know gone.
When looking straight forward, cars don't move,
Only you really are.

If your not behind the wheel, its even more a threat.
You see the as the driver
But never to understand
The car jerks and pulls under your feet,
slamming against the breaks
Is no surprise to the driver,  only the passenger has strings attached.

Feel the rumble of the car,
The murmur of the engine
Note the swing of your body
And the bounce of the tires.
Continues the cycle
Until cars become out of style.