Forgive my melancholy rant...

Who are those people, they're everywhere, the grey suits and the perfect pink lipstick, and heels. Who wears heels all day? who are these people that go out there and file papers, and deny insurance claims, and charge me bank fees for using a machine that saves the bank money by not having to pay a person to talk to me. who are these masses, these invisible little cogs? I'd like to believe it's all just a day job, a means to an end, but where's the proof in that? If it where all just a day gig, then downtown should explode at five o-clock. Surely these people had dreams? Do people grow up wanting to be HR Managers and Supply Clerks? What happened to the little boys and girls who painted horses and rainbows with their fingers? When was all the imagination and joy sucked out of life? And why the hell have I been trying to damn hard to be one of these creatures? When was it that I hit my head causing the severe brain damage that allowed me to think that world is one where I could try to fit in? Yes, the morning train people were exciting to study, but i have come to realize that that is all they have. expensive coffees in the morning, bitch gossip on the way home, and trash tv until drugging themselves to sleep. So i guess it just comes down to this, do i want money, or do i want inspiration, because it seems quite difficult to come accross both at the same time. i feel lost. i don't know what to pour my energies into, because right now it's all pooling on the floor and soaking into the carpet. and that's not helping anything.