Goner

Played a game without knowing the rule, thought I would win, I don't think I was a fool. Back then, it was raining in the off seasons, and everything was very possible for a twenty years old kid who got eyes big enough to dream unusual. I lost not just the game but my way back home. Now no more games I want to play. I'm handicapped and broken, it's not a lame excuse. All I want is to find the lane that takes me back to my place. My parents are waiting and with each passing day they're losing shape, old age wrinkles are never late. I'm asking people, as they seem to know me well, I'm following them like a believer. I'm feeling lost more than ever. Well, now I'm tired. I'd better reach my home late than never. I'm walking alone