The Dreamland

Not far away from Mexico,where he lived. He had everything in life that he had never wished for. But still he felt empty. Why? Oh why?
Every dog has its day and he had his day too. He set off to sail, not having the hope to return to his mother land. When he finally reached his dream land, he was more than happy to see the luxury there and was delighted that he had finally made it. Days became months, months very soon became decades. Again he felt empty. He missed his motherland. No reasons. He just missed it. But he did not have the guts to go back. What could he possibly do with the load of wealth and an even bigger load of guilt? He was scared whether his fellow men would accept him. So he started his journey back home. Dreamland and motherland, wish both were the same.