Breaking Routine?

Another day, another dawn,
Yet no time to sigh or yawn.
Locked into the lifeless ring,
Nothing new that I can bring.

Ever feel like there's no room?
Like you wake up inside a tomb?
They tell you to 'express yourself',
But you feel stuck on the top shelf...

It's a routine, a thoughtless weight,
You trundle through, you're never late.
Wake up, sleep then, wake then sleep,
A simply cycle, never cheap.

Ever want a fresh new start?
Where what you do comes from the heart?
Where you don't have to follow rules,
And aren't another if society's tools?

I think everyone wishes it sometimes.