Ant Smith


Ex Factor

I am lost in deepest selfish thought

And this smallest place is my domain

Come up for air I come up short

The body’s limits so constrain

The body’s limits yet remain

The future’s here the future’s bright

But I am broken all the same

I am lost in here out of sight

I have lost all I have ever sought

And the smallest things forge my chain

For each and every thing I bought

Leaves me limping and filled with shame

Leaves me wishing I’d won the game

But with no left there is no right

And all that’s left is some refrain

I am lost in here out of sight

I have lost that, that I was taught

The smallest things show I’m insane

Hooked on life and the Petite Mort

Trapped within a congealed stain

My world is but a crystal grain

Melts in streams of refracted light

All that’s left washes down the drain

I am lost in here out of sight

And yet if my life were so lame

I could still yet and still yet might

Qualify for this modern fame

But I hide in here out of sight