Ant Smith

All poems

Another world

Another World
Another World
Make for me
Another World

The basic building blocks and bits
No longer seem to me to fit
As if the trees don't reach the ground
But still beneath the earth turns round
And if the seas can't reach the beach
Then turning tides mean nought to me
If passing clouds hold up the rains
What's this storm inside my brain?
And if we're made from burnt out stars
Why are the heavens so damn far?

Another World
Another World
Make for me
Another World