Maybe.

Maybe I feel there's not enough time to do all that needs to be done...
Maybe there aren't enough willing people...
Maybe there aren't enough words to express everything that needs to be
Maybe people won't ever see the value of it all...
Maybe it'll all be overlooked...
Maybe it's all for "nothing"

...
That "nothing" is worth it to me.
Even if it was for "nothing", I'll submit willingly.

I really miss my friends, for some reason...
the ones that went home without me
maybe it's all just now hitting me
I'm not sure...
Maybe everything I've made up in my head to make myself cope with life is a lie.
I have no idea what is fact and what may be fiction.
But, I do no this.
I keep going.