Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

A man stood at the top
Of a loooong
Flight of stairs
Poised for a major ruckus.

The bottom was too far away to see.
It might have been lost in time.
The bottom was too far away for memory.

He thought he must've started where he stood
'Cause the good didn't need to climb.

There wasn't anyplace higher to go
No more up to explore.
A deranged load could bring him down
And maybe that's all he was for.

The bottom was too far away to see.
It might have been lost in time.
The bottom was too far away for memory.

He thought he could cope with a looong fall
'Cause the good just don't need to climb.