There is nothing special About those before me Their lives not crucial To life's grand scheme
I will not inherit money That is of notable size Humble was my family Nothing left for surprise
There is no fate or destiny That makes me important To help nurture society My life had no intent
I am just an average person No secrets waiting in store What I know to be certain I am me and nothing more
This means no path is set Whatever I choose to do All the challenges I've met Is truly mine through and through
All I may accomplish alone Whatever I may become I can truly call my own And really go from no one
To someone
I got the inspiration for this poem from a comic strip with a boy and his dying mother. If anyone knows the comic, please PM, so I can give credit where credit is due.