a story

When I started to drive, I was so afraid,
Stopping a few times at the middle of the road,
Because the car was behind me, panicking,
Mama, what am I going to do now?!
I was thinking: why, why, why,
I would do this...?
One time, in the morning,
I thought,
I was looking at the back, at what was behind me, more
Then I was looking at what's in front of me.
If I have a good, clear rood in front,
I know where I am going, follow the rules,
It doesn't really matter what is behind....
And the picture changed!