Sitting in the morning sun, setting the sails,  
destination north,
towards a brave new world,

Just like the days back then, when all was new , novel and true…
It’s time to sail that boat, far away from this port
towards a brand new world.

Boats are made to sail.. birds are made to fly
and men are made to try multiple folds in multiple worlds.  Did, corporations captivate all hope ? Did monotony morose all souls? Did boredom close all doors??  

It’s high time to sail that boat, far away from this port
towards the brave new world.

Don’t know what awaits me this time, but I know what I am to leave  behind.  It was ebb and tide.. In this port it wasn’t all bright nor was it all naught.   Along with the crystal beach and parties on the hill, came love , passion, heartbreaks and cold chills.

All what has been shall be again…. All what I feel shall be felt again in the new found land..Yet with new scenes, new sounds and new scents!