An Ode to the GPS

So I woke up this morning, watched a movie, then ate a little bit of food. All of a sudden I started thinking about writing, so I grabbed a pen and my journal and started writing away. I attribute this spoken word/blank verse style of writing to having listened to Taylor Mali's spoken word performances on Youtube Friday afternoon.

This is what I came up with, its pretty raw so bare with me. Drafting shall begin shortly.

An Ode to the GPS

Most people use it to find things.
Get there,
Then go back home,
And sleep.
Others use it to search for something they want.
But everyone uses it when they're lost:
When your regular path is under construction.
The route to a co-worker's dinner party.
The little Greek restaurant on the other side of town.

It's handy, but the GPS is not needed: 

Every morning, waking up looking into the East Window.
Blinded by this golden city.
Looking out,
I never know where I am.

Walking outside into the subway to school.
No one speaks my language.
How else can I ask for direction?

Arriving at my destination,
After smelling the roses of the city,
I see all these wide-eyed faces
and big smiles.
This look of wonder and excitement brought on by a friendly,
"Good Morning."
These leaders of tomorrow look to me
as a guide.

Standing in the smokey,
tackle box bars or,
the clubs of pulsing lights.
The world disintegrates,
As I'm pulled into a sea of clear blue,
and then another,
one nose over.

I don't use a GPS to show me
where I'm going.
It's my rock,
it places me,
my location.
Through science, math, and satellites.

"No," says Brenda, voice option 7 on my GPS,
"You are not dreaming,
You live on planet Earth.
Not in some far away galaxy
Off the grid where everything
Feels right,
and in place."

"So this is real, Brenda?"
"Yes"
"Well, you could have fooled me."