Blurred Lines

Never a chance squandered, to impress,
Upon a soul what it is to routinely digress,
From a normal way, of satisfying an urge,
Which takes one where it all will diverge.

An altered state is reached far from here,
Any fantasy mixed with nothing of a clear.
Head in the cloud base does not see this,
Due to being sent into a fade not to miss.

Death becomes closer, because of a test,
When, bodily bliss moves to earn blessed.
Grasping for breath in heat of the glorious,
Spirit shares timely with notable notorious.

Memories can not stay as once they were,
Imagination tempted to journey to all cure.
Seemingly removed from a place assured,
Heightened passions require lines blurred.