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