Take Me Out

I refuse to be this person - this little office drone in the New Year.
I won't wear this weak mask at my next job - I swear to that.
If there exists a Fate or Ka then that is why I was put in this place,
to learn that this isn't for me, to learn that I need to get my excrement together.
It's like being visited by The Ghost Of Christmas Future:
Do you want to be here this time next year?
Do you want to end up like these colorless, soulless husks all around you?
No imagination.
No brain.
No personality.
I need some sort of creative force in my life, in my work.