Question: Some use me, while others do not.
Some remember, while others have forgot.
For profit and gain I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed in the sea.
Only gained through patience and time, can you unravel my rhyme?
Question: My food and drink were left behind
by ancients from another time.
I grind my feet upon the earth
with strength come from a metal hearth.
My mind is trapped when I run free
when still, it wanders far from me.
What am I?
Answer: A car.