Doing What You Should

There comes a time when you must,
Let all the dead weight fall,
And do what you were meant to in this world,
If you want to be jovial,

In the real sense, in the purest of all,
The sense that leaves no room for good or bad,
But fills your marrow with the knowledge that,
Doing anything else would be mislead.

And in the end you may be all alone,
And you may be lacking friends,
But my guess is that you will draw many to you,
Because you have conquered life in the end.

Though it's alright,
To live life at half of your potential,
If it means keeping the status quo,
And avoiding being special.