"Come unto me my precious gift
Give me a reason a purpose a lift
The messages you bear are random at best
Oh why won't you show me more light for this quest
You wait for my signal my desperate plea
And when all hope is torn from me you provide what I need
The waiting it hurts the fire of frustration it burns
I have only one life and time threatens to turn
So show me compassion let me access my mind
Send the gifts when I need them not when you feel kind
My journey is fruitful my conquest near done
So please dear gifts be my radiant sun"
- Frustrated TriggerDot feeling poetic!
I had no idea how to do it and I didn't even know if I wanted to do it. After all I had no intention of writing a song. It just sorta .....happened. And I still don't know why. All that I know is that I had made a life commitment to ME to re-invent myself in a creative field of some sort and I was doing that with the design of DotsHQ. But I kept THINKING about it.....lots!
I went as far as advertising in the local paper for musicians to 'jam' a song and also advertised on the bulletin board of the local shopping center. And I had interest but I couldn't get a full band together and I also needed a female lead singer to sing the important part of Red. It got too hard so I left it 'for later'.
There was something happening. All of this CREATIVE stuff was giving me a big BUZZ. I could see the forrest. It was a long way a way but just being able to see it was exhiliarating. BUZZ was building........