Mercator, Mollweide, Krüger, Gauss

   
 On this map of me
 these birthmarks appear much smaller than they are to the touch
 the hairs on my chin are made of gold
 and there's hardly any distance
 between where I am and where I want to be.

 On this map of you
 the brown or the blue or the green of your eyes
 is the deepest lake in the forest
 and there's hardly any difference
 between who you are and who you need to be.

 And on this map
 we've drawn the bits of us
 we can't see ourselves.