STAND UP

       LONG HAD HE BOWED HIS HEAD BEFORE THE MASTERS OF HIS TIME.
     LONG HELD IN BONDAGE TO THE ORDER OF HIS DAYS. INVADED BY
     THE COUNTLESS INDIGNITIES OF LIFE EATING AWAY AT HIS SOUL.
     ONE STEP BACK, TWO STEPS BACK, FORCED TO RETREAT BEFORE THE
     RELENTLESS GRINDING OF THE ORDINARY. HOW HAD HE GIVEN UP HIS
     DREAMS TO THIS BLAND CONQUEROR. HOW HAD THIS UNSEEN ENEMY
     STOLEN AWAY HIS RESOLVE. WHERE WAS THE CLEAR ROAD THAT LEADS
     FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT. NOW THERE WAS ONLY THE MEMORY OF THE
     NOBLE QUEST, THE FADED SHADOW OF THE SELFLESS SACRIFICE. THE
     WORLD HAD LOST ITS INNOCENCE, POISONED BY THE BITTER TASTE OF
     GREY ENCROACHMENT. WHERE WAS THE ONE TRUE ACT, THE ONE PURE
     EFFORT, THE GOOD FIGHT AGAINST THE EVIL ENEMY. HOW COULD HE
     PULL HIMSELF OUT OF THIS PIT OF USELESS DECAY. HOW COULD HE
     BANISH THE COWARDICE FROM HIS HEART AND FIGHT AGAINST THE
     LETHARGY OF THE MUNDANE.