I am a creature of the light. who prefers to cast no shadow, nor enter a fight. Yet life forces you to take descisions, and face the impending implications. There was such a fight which I was made to contest, where only might was right, a thing I strongly detest. The rules were few, the tricks too many. I was asked to gamble dollars, when all I had was a penny. I tried to retain my precious principles ignoring that in politics, ther's no place for scruples. "When in Rome, do like the Romans do" so the world preached which I didn't listen to. Being the obstinate mule that I am, I fought the fight my way. And now on losing, I realise, Might's right at the end of the day. Do principles work? I ponder. And as the question remains unanswered, I wonder. So do I abandon, the old-fashioned timeworn morals? And cunningly outsmart the world, to win all it's laurels? In this imperfect place, when you strive to be perfect, is it so impossible, that it can be called a defect? I am a creature of the light. Engulfed by darkness, with no hope in sight.