I've found my drive.
I've found my drive. The force that fuels my fire.
Pursue what I want? or pursue what is right?
Choices... Choices... Choices... So many difficult choices.
Vexed I turn to draw a lot. So many faces I drew,
Replies remained unchanged. Every voice spoke along the same boring lines.
It was decided then! The "right" path was to be chosen.
But... something just didn't click. My heart's essence was oddly broken.
Choices! troubling choices indeed.
Regret was an old friend I never wanted to meet again. An attempt at keeping her away.. I chose what I wished.
And keep her away I did.