sailing forlorn

Sailing out the dinghy

Presuming, knew the destiny

Now, no soar is visible

Un-ending journey to trail

Unsecured and fear in mind

Of a forlorn journey ahead

Endless and need to cover
Can be pleasant or stormy, but a due for the loner

 A dream, of feeling the goodness of the World

And to be loved, cared and so nurtured

Now, left out utterly abandoned

It might not be a dream, thus, its greed

Of moving around the best part of the World.
The dream was off beam, dishonorable greed!!