A Little Guessing Venture

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A poem in the form of a riddle comprises the content of this week’s entry.

What Am I?

I exist

in a state

of

perpetual motion—

ever moving

at a fixed

rate

of speed

despite complaints

that I sometimes

seem

to either

move too fast

or, on other

occasions

much too slow—

my direction

always set

in the gear

marked:

drive.

Note: Unscramble the letters above for the answer.