I wake up and I look out my window and I see the most scariest thing.
They stand tall, walk with their big boat feet, and crush everything in their paths.
I fear they may destroy the world with their might.
But the weirdest thing happens.
They let me walk among them.
Me, a little guy with feet so small they look like pebbles.
a body so petite, I could easliy be snapped in two pieces.
I often ask them why do they let me walk with them?
Why do they allow me to live, when they could easliy crush me with their very feet?
Truth is they respect me.
They see me as a man who can do big things with little things.
They wish they had the same type of ingenuity that I have.
So yes I walk with the giants, but you know what?
They are glad to walk with me. everyday of the week.