It was none of my doing.
After all, what did I know?
Only that it was my turn,
my place and time.
A chance to blaze a trail,
carve my mark on the face of it.
But no one told me
how or what or even why.
No manuals were provided.
I was simply flung
from the precipice,
out into space with all the rest.
And now, as I fall,
I do what I can to make
a difference, change a life,
create something
where there was nothing.
All the while glancing down
at the fast-approaching bottom,
redoubling my effort
to finish what I started,
so that later, when another passes by,
they will know I was here.