Attempted poetry to seek supposedly needed validation.

Difference, Difference, Difference.
Am I making a difference?
Are any of my efforts worth the price, sacrifice, effort?
It doesn't always feel that way.
So, I like to imagine that somewhere out there
in this huge hole we call "the world"
there is at least half a soul benefiting from my existence.
If not? Well...I guess there's always tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Now there's a thought.
It's hours away, yet it feels longer.
In fact, it feels like it won't ever come--that this day,
TODAY, will last forever.
Oh, how I hope this day won't last forever.
For in this day I can't determine if anything I've done has set any fraction of the world right.
Which leads me to ask one more time, am I making a difference?
Do I even need to be making a huge difference?
Who's holding that weight over my head anyway....?
Difference, difference, difference.