the poem that has no meaning...

Like a small twinking star in the huge dark sky,
Like a dew upon a rose petal.
I have sailed east and lost my way
My destiny is unreachable again.

The sound of thunder has change my course
I needed badly to find my way home.
The wind cries for its victim as it hits me.
I am a lost soul waiting to be taken.

Its June the 3rd, I sailed across
To find a land to call my home.
Its months i had nothing but bread to eat.
Now i wish i never had sailed.