Rolling the Map

My future’s proving the earth is round.

I am nearing where I began…

Returning to a space I shared

With a friend from way back when.

There must have been a crease on the map,

Where I stumbled on a fold…

I’m moving back to familiar haunts

Before I was ever this old.

Thirty years on a beautiful island,

I’m now leaving this paradise…

Hoping in my heart of hearts,

One can find Nirvana twice.