Adventures Close to Home

Don't take it personal

I choose my own fate

I follow love

I follow hate.

Passion that shouts

And red with anger

I lost myself

Through alleys of mysteries

I went up and down

Like a demented train

Searching for something

That makes makes hearts move

I found myself.

But my best possession

Walked in to the shade

And threaten to drift away.

(Searching for something

That makes makes hearts move

Left you behind as if I could

Possess by Quixote's dream

Went to fight dragons in the land of concrete.)

Rolling in pain

Discovered what hurts

And tasted hell

Infatuated by madness

I danced in flames

And drunk in the depth of love.