Thoughts and Places

Sometimes I wonder
will I ever be missed?
Have I been a good son
did I take care of my friends?

Should I have called more often
or lend you a helping hand?
Could I have been a better man
with all the things I've said?

My thoughts wander
to a place better than this,
I've travelled there a thousand times
oh how you have been missed.

It's easier to think of 
all the lives I've never lived,
than dealing with reality 
and face consequences.

How does everyone endure a world
as messed up as ours is?