I'm home

Having lost another battle,
From the jaws of rattling boredom,
I'm home again.
 
It was a well set calculation, for them.
I lost to loss, due to my
Blundered planning.

It was like searching for old wine
Of ripe dark grape.
But, they stopped me from reaching it.

I took  it for granted,
For I was too bored with restrictions,
While glimpses of underdog stared me wild.

When thought, in my bed,
Did realize the 'form' of my form.
It said: "Limits deformed me".

So quest resumed again,
For the holy grail of old wine,
Of happiness, success, and joy.

That ordeal erased the complacency,
To vomit those limits,
For tasting the wine.  

Having won another battle,
From the claws of dazzling mirages,
I'm home again.