There are so many paths as travelers, someone said So today I'll find my way to knowing you First I will dispose of information, I will clear my head And let my senses navigate the landscape that is you
Please allow me to explore the surface of your face All of the marks and scars that make you so unique My hands will study every line and every single trace As they sweep the curvature of your physique
The east and the west and the north and the south of you I'll draw my own map, if you only allow me to Explore every contour and line 'till I know the truth Of the east and the west and the north and the south of you
Then I'll sketch the composition of your mind Like a compass it will lead me to the gems Because the best of journeys are not is straight lines So I'll take my time to understand the heart of this terrain...
Let me take my time... And no peeking No two people's maps will ever be the same So when I'm done I will disclose my findings to you And I hope that you won't mind That if I have to I will start again and patiently rewind Through the east and the west and the north and the south of you