If everything was a perpetual present
And the past and the future
Mere traps
Gadgets of a Mischievous God
That he plays
With imagined times, places and situations
Mere mirrors
Bubbles that enclose nothing
Then
I would change my life
An animal would have the power
No regrets or hope
Nothing would get in the way
Between my desire and my prey
I would be a beast on the prowl
Willing to **** or die
Without the slightest remorse