Maybe, There’s a Point

Maybe, there’s a point to try,

Even if it all gets swept away,

No, the act itself doesn’t matter—

Nor does the failure,

I can still try again—Better this time.

Maybe, there’s a point to speak,

Even if my words get drowned with yours,

Someone out there might hear them,

And even if no one does—It doesn’t matter,

I’ll say it louder next time.

Maybe, there’s a point to reach,

Even if I’m walking in a circle,

I will carve my own path—

And even if there’s nothing to touch,

I’m still holding on.

Maybe, there’s a point to fight,

Even if it’s already ruined,

Our argument is proof,

That we still want better—

That we haven’t given up.

Maybe, there’s a point to wait,

Even though time’s running out,

Maybe, one day I will find my way out—

Maybe, maybe, but maybe—

Was I ever trapped at all?

Maybe, there’s a point to hope,

Even if I tear this apart, burn it down,

Even if I start from the beginning again,

Even if every letter is lost to the abyss,

I’ll carve this thing so it never forgets.

Of course, there’s a point.