it's just not me

it's not just, that I have the will
I have every self-assurance there is a way
but am I up to it?
can I conquer the challenge?
is it up to my whim and fancy to succeed
to rise or fall like the tide, is it my option
to become everything I want to become
can I build it up in my head
to a point where it is no longer feasible
am I setting myself up for failure
the moment I take a step from the pier

feasibility and failure be damned
I will do what I must or die trying
to conquer the day, the weeks
the months, the book shelves
the papers, and web pages
Apathy no longer applies
Inaction has become a sin
and my soul will not accept retreat
So I will pour every ounce of my dignity
every drop of sweat will fall in determinate fashion
no longer will free will and whimsical illusion lead me astray
I now walk with head down and heart forward
until I have found her
I will not sleep a night without knowing my purpose
and knowing where tomorrow will lead me

some will say "it's hopless,
you'll never acheive everything you plan to acheive,
it's simply not possible."
They will call me a hopelesss romantic
a hopeless case
they will say I am doomed for failure

but I am destined for greatness
even if I acheive less than what I plan
I will still be a success
even if I do not find love where I hope to find it
surely it will find me elsewhere
even if I am not rich
I will have found richness of soul

so a romantic I may be,
but I will never be hopeless
you'll have to look elsewhere for that
it's just not me