My OS Talking in rhyme

Seer I am, unseen I glide, 
Natural truth in my soul’s tide
Under the dome under the sea,
Under the sky, just you and me

Note pad ready, I am steady
Two eyes two ears at the ready
First, I see you then I hear you
Collected meaning as it’s gleaming

Does it feel right is it light? 
Does it pass the test of knowing?
Will I write it, will I care? 
No, I don’t even care or pair.

But I like that, it strikes a note,
Put it down, in black and white.
Master the pen and make it ten,
Look out, here it comes again.

Will it be what you expect?
No, the opposite will be exposed.
I told you before, rules don’t fit, 
I am he, don’t criticise me.