All those places children school rooms, teenage first loves, routine business travel,
All merge but yet are separate,
It is what happened there;
Who was involved;
How it felt which matters.
So now, after all those years the separation is gone,
Just like yesterday I see the country road,
The teaming city of Cairo, the cape coastline,
It’s not the place I was separated from,
As memory or recollection places me there now fully aware.
There are no roads of separation,
Of country boundary,
Traditions or the amount of sugar in my tea.
Only oneness. One road. One journey.