Ant Smith

All poems

Let the shadow grow

I will sit in shadow
If the sun is beating down
I will bite my tongue
If there's laughter all around
I will break my fingers
If there's a beating of a drum
I will miss the point
If the point is having fun

My mind it is mis-wired
And my brain it can backfire
I have a paranoia that
I'm sinking in the mire

I would stand aside
If you were stood in line
I would be a clown if
You were so sublime
I would tell a truth
If all you needed was a lie
I would show you yours
If you would show me mine

My mind it is mis-wired
And my brain it can backfire
I have a paranoia that
I'm sinking in the mire

I won't take a pretty picture
If my eyes they are deceived
I won't tell a little tale
If it just won't be believed
I won't wallow in a joy
When life is misery
I won't swallow a cheap ploy when
You ask what's wrong with me

My mind it is mis-wired
And my brain it can backfire
I have a paranoia that
I'm sinking in the mire