It matters not how fast light may travel, darkness shall always be there awaiting its arrival.
All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling
I was made to rule the darkness.
I am dreaming, but I don't know it yet.
There were so many times along that path when the voice within, felt compelled, to ask me whether my existence had any value; whether my life had any purpose or meaning