On Revolution

When did I become a normal? Wake every morning at the same time, eat the same breakfast, wear the same clothes, drive the same route, going to the same job where I do the same thing everyday. Now, I never thought I'd be dangerous, but I also never thought I'd be average either. Where's my rock 'n' roll lifestyle? I cannot abide this normalcy. I must become a creative and posthaste, because I can feel corporate america leeching out all of my creative energy, a drop of it gone everyday I do the same brain-numbingly boring thing. The revolution will be personal.