Guided

My friend was driving to the beach;
Her GPS was guiding.
I wondered, as we heard commands,
Just where that voice was hiding.

A satellite was tracking us
And giving us directions;
Most often, on the money,
But sometimes with imperfections.

How does it work, I’d like to know;
It’s really quite amazing.
No longer do we stare at maps
Until our eyes are glazing.

But every time we veered off track,
That voice “recalculated;”
And after several such events,
That voice I kind of hated.

Yet finally we found our way;
The GPS did lead us.
If we’d decided to take charge,
I doubt if it would heed us.

Technology is in control;
It helps us when we drive.
Before it came along, I wonder,
How did we survive?