The car

A car is like gold,
Although it could be a fraud.
At times we take a car as a foolish soul,
But most of the time it is not their fault
Cars are special and full of treasure,
But you always feel the pressure,
Of your dark mind telling you to go,
Even though you know you are going to lose forever.
Our easy way out is blaming the vehicle,
Don’t be so clever,
You know that you are the one who demanded the vehicle.