I always dreamt success. My efforts, my zest were all for power. I lived for my glory. I lived for my strength. But did I ever live? I have an enemy. And I have a friend. I am my enemy; my conscience, my friend. There was a time when my conscience was dying. My enemy tried to diminish his impact. I grieved and moaned but all in vain. Of course in vain! Their origin was not from my heart. They were created by my brain. Or else, how could I have been a hypocrite? My brother met a grief once. I lay on his side. We are an aid to each other. But this day we were at opposite sides of the fence. My heart throbbed but my brain relaxed. I told my heart to be at peace. My brother cried and asked for help. But had I plunged and ran for his life, injured I might have been! I did not run. I am patient. I can see him leave me slow. My mind can tell me that he is dying. He shall be dead no soon than ever. But no he is so dead yet warm. Except my brain still says that he be dead. My heart that throbbed can move no more. Why am I turning so cold? Why is my deceased brother so radiant? My brain, my brain… my enemy thou were! My friend I lost in abet of thee. Am I living…!!!