Limited Automobile

You cannot change the past, as time is linear Time is but a limited automobile. It cannot move backwards. It’s rear windows, a definite ebony. It’s windshield wipers invisible to the eye. You can drive Awake, for the car does not drive itself or you You drive it while it guides you You are not your fate, but your fate is what you become Whatever you mean Fate takes you where it takes you Fate is in control of your life But so are you Put your hands on the wheel Foot on the gas Drive, but don’t stop You cannot change the past, but you can live in the present Time is but a concept, fate is but a friend. This friend has no end For its end ended before a new you had begun This car is Right, always moving Right.