There’s a presence I avoid believing in, It’s faceless, voiceless, formless … If I say it doesn’t exist, the reason for my being where I am is an unsolved mystery, If I say it does, it’s an easy excuse…For some, the optimists ofcourse, its their greatest guide…for me, an eternal enemy… As d-issapointment, d-espair, d-estruction, d-eath… it also begins with a d, they call it D-estiny…