Set my direction

You set my direction,

Demand inspection,

Like the high ground sets the General’s mind for the battle plan

My eyes cover you, seek the advantage with a detailed scan.

You set my direction

Scan every section,

As the rail line, hard, steel and direct laid out over the land

And I cover all of your landscape with my mouth and my hand.

You set my direction

Your my selection

As the pilgrim wantonly treks, with passion along the Way,

You are the sun and I am your dusk at the close of the day.

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