delirious dilema

Once loose objectives tighten my perspectives set in motion with black magic potion.  It sounds imperative but really it's quite narrative. - LIVE  LET  GO-  The notion of heritage can stick like a tick.  It's benign the thought.  This is how you live.  This is how you talk.  This is how you walk.  You'll do as your taught.  Well I think not.  Your beliefs are wrought with ignorant thoughts. Your mission is scandalous.  Your morals were bought. The idea fractures this pattern of answers.  Brought about by this mornings rapture.  Just let me be. Just go you'll see.  Just how I need my ways and beliefs.  The way a bee needs a seed to grow into a tree. Gets its power from the showers that feed the flowers.  In reality's  mist the kiss of bliss only comes with time, with patience, with rhyme.  An agonizing chase, debilitating race. In my case, a far away place with a charred landscape where time stands still.  The minute hand at 5 till.  Cause I'll never be finished with this melancholy existence. Living on the edge I laugh at the distance your minds eye will go to justify it's mission. An unstable symphony of butter and jam. Spread on the surface the effect is a sham.  Come on let's dance to the rhythm of chance. Come Live with me in a dreamlike trance. No plans, no contracts. Nothing to hold you back. Just magic, never tragic. Sunshine, all the time, all time, good times.