Make Waves or Perish

One of the many voices in my head once told me, 
"Make waves or perish in the calm waters of irrelevance."
It said,
"Be the storm that tears apart the banal jetties upon which the custodians of normality walk towards their mundane moorings. Vessels of vapidity that float, aimlessly, upon a prosaic sea full to brimming with fish that bleat as they jump willingly into the frying pan."
I suggested, maybe that particular voice was trying a little too hard to sound profound. I haven't heard from it since.

I hope it's okay.