The Conveyor Belt

I hate being stuck on the conveyor belt, but I guess I'm scared of jumping off, because that would really be the only way to get off of it. One abrupt leap signifying the end of your traveling along the belt. Then what happens? Failure? Certainly not failure, otherwise you wouldn't have jumped in the first place. Or would you have? Maybe the risk of failure was worth the jump in the first place because the conveyor belt was leading you down an inescapable tunnel and you only had moments to make your decision. Perhaps you were forced off. Despite how one would remove themselves from the belt, there is still the question of what happens next? At first, you can't step into anything overly ambitious.

He's there in case I wandered off.
He's scared cause I warned
He's scared cause I want it all
He's scared cause I won.

I want to be consistently productive. I want to be innovative. I want to force a mirror in front of society and dismantle the conveyor belt. I want my art to be sought after and admired. I want my art to be that mirror. I want to explore beyond the boundaries of beyond the boundaries. I want to be somebody, do something, go somewhere and change everything. And yet, I am stuck on the conveyor belt.. going forward towards the tunnel and I don't know what will happen if I jump.