A man has dreams of walking with giants! To carveth his niche- in the edifice of time! Before the mortar of his zeal has a chance to congeal- the cup is dashed from his lips the flames of destruction snap around him- He's brought to wrack and ruin in his pride! The Inner man the outer man- conflicting, battling, vying for a sake of self-worth! The man hath dreams- of glories of grandeur! to walk with head high- through the echoing corridors of time! The man hath dreams of acceptance and peace- where the inner spirit can meld with the flesh! The man who hath dreams- of walking amongst titans- might be small in his stature- but a towering giant in spirit!
