Maps

I have been accused (And perhaps it's rightly so) Of having simply no idea How to get from go to whoa I must confess that's true I so easily get lost My inner sense of direction Gets it wires crossed I hesitate too long When turning left or right Landmarks keep on moving Often changing overnight Fear not, I have the answer For those who can relate Your confidence will rise And your stress levels abate As you grip the steering wheel About to nervously collapse A disembodied voice speaks - Thank God for Google maps