Hidden in the Time I have Left

All born as blind and useless to a fight
All helpless to any
All guided and fed by those cherished few closest
Yet, our paths are like a Spider’s web,
Too intricate and diverse to predict.
“How did I get to here?”
The answers lie in thousands of good and bad decisions
First, a series of lefts fed later by rights,
Charting a windward path to Usefulness.
The candle dwindles, and the flame is less
What can I do in the time I have left?