My First Rime - Dan Bull

It’s

It’s

It’s like I’m

It’s like I’m seeing for the first time

It’s like I’m hearing my first rhyme

It’s like I’m seeing for the first time

It’s like I’m here

My ship was wrecked

I hit the deck

And then I woke in a utopia of picturesqueness

Limp and breathless

But getting restless

I think events like this are sent to test us

The unplanned, the unreal, the unknown

The unsure, the unseen, the unshown

The uncanny that you cannot understand

Because it’s unfathomably unimaginably unraveling

You’re unconscious, unrolling, uncovering

The unspoiled and uncommon it’s unfolding

You cannot undo it

But everything you undergo you’re going to come through it

Through time and season released on an island retreat

With nothing but rhyme and reason

Shrines, idols and carved figurines

Will be debris when I give up what I believe in

As the sun goes down the moon comes out

And the same landscape seems new somehow

It’s like I’m seeing for the first time

It’s like I’m hearing my first rhyme

As the sun goes down the moon comes out

And the same landscape seems new somehow

It’s like I’m seeing for the first time

It’s like I’m hearing my first rhyme

I’m shipwrecked upon an island

Silent but for the echoes of a siren

It’s wild what the perspective and the light does

My heads spinning it’s really messing my mind up

Got to do something positive, so I’m running reconnaissance

Discovering phenomena beyond my cognisance

Ominous monoliths, not the commonest obelisks

Survive through time like honest promises and rise prominent

My hypothesis divine providence

Can I climb up to the summit, when I’m confident

To move free

Like the sand between my toes

Or the way that the wind blows

More power to me I wonder how it would be

To run around between the towers and the sea

Where the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees

And the great beasts lived in peace

Aston fields

As the sun goes down the moon comes out

And the same landscape seems new somehow

It’s like I’m seeing for the first time

It’s like I’m hearing my first rhyme

As the sun goes down the moon comes out

And the same landscape seems new somehow

It’s like I’m seeing for the first time

It’s like I’m hearing my first rhyme

First time (first time, time)

First rhyme (first rhyme)

First time (first time, time)

First rhyme (first rhyme)