There were always a few seconds
In between my transformation of the world
Where a thought would sink its fangs in my spirit
And there were always moments
That appeared before my eyes
To force me to live the way one ought to live
If they were interested in living
All of these were never bad
And never could be bad
So long as I was interested in living
If I were interested in dying
Then I lived my way to my death
This way I only saw what ought to have been seen
If one were interested in seeing