You can't map the universe,
but you can map my thoughts
my soul;
you could try to trace all the
intricacies and enigmas
to create a maze
for the world to see.
Once you yourself see it.

Or maybe I will.
Build the maze, for you to see.
However, I do think
that you can figure me out
better than me.
Four years,
better than fifteen.

You can't fall in love with me,
but maybe with my pieces;
with the high pitched
strumming of my heart;
with the belligerent notes
of my body;
with the screaming winds
in my voice;

with the bleeding eyes
glaring up at you
from my words.

You can go after the universe if you want,
but for the sake of complexities
I'd recommend me.