Unfinished Echoes 09 Death Dance II - 1:59

I don't think this story is for everyone.
It's really for myself, to unlock lost memories,
who can relate to what I saw as a firefighter
this will never be what people want it to be.

Simple cheap outdated technology,
unskilled editing, my own feeble attempts
to try something new, to express myself.
I made a fatal mistake.

My left brain given control, filled with protocols,
Procedures, numbers, systems, rules, regulations,
Systematic, cautions, factual, by the book.
I neglected the imagination, the random

I missed the big picture, emotional,
The subjective and sensory.
Sequential, rational, details,
verbal instructions spoken clearly.

It was necessary, there was no time for art.
While responding to disaster, you can't let your emotions in the way.
Little drawers, little boxes, filing cabinets in the brain.
It too me years, to understand the need for emotional mastery.

I want my child to be proud of more than numbers that represent my life.
I need achievements of the visual, the emotional, the musical, simple.
Keep it simple stupid, the moniker firefighters love.
Now to understand how to make art, it's not with charts and graphs.

Corporate roles, corporate jobs, corporate wages, buy a home.
How do you make money, when it's so hard to sleep, insomnia brain
years of night shifts, night terrors, and echoing dispatch tones.
I know there is a way to find an answer as I unravel my brain through song.