So over the top as to be quite funny:

self-actualize on cue.
visit the interior of the earth,
in order to rectify
what is discovered in darkness.
once more, de novo,
simpler, with greater thrust.

Are these impossible demands placed upon the protagonist/artist from outside voices, unsympathetic to their quest?

Or is it the impossible-to-please inner critic, always demanding More, MORE?

Whatever the case, this spirited protest of a poem is ticklish & reads like inspired venting or a kind of sublimation of violence 🤓