my first rime

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

your 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

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 head's 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

first time

first rhyme

first time

first rhyme