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.