I'll follow youI'll watch you move as I move.I'll see your suggestion of direction.I'll thank the foresight you loan,And the easy on the eye graphics you adopt.
Showing the immediate environment,I pass through,For exactly not what it is,Roads become tonal lines,A cottage is wiped from existence,Beautiful fields become huge dull green expanses.
Ancient lakes, the same pale blue.But I don't care,I'm not looking at them,I'm looking at you,True Blue.My arrow, my guide.I'll follow you to every destination.
You reroute me when I seem lost,Blinked to see only you.
And when I don't have you,Someone else will,Your services, your knowledge,Better than any man that came before,And there will be no man, brain body or soul after.