Empty Cave

Somethingss

Baleful glances tiptoe

Single chances drift off

Nowhere you will not find

Lost in lost out

Blinded grievance and then without

Some cover the ending as all approach

Some lay their heads

Lesions wide eyes grow tired

Faint check bobble in the step

Shrug it off all is well

Smile for me try the blues

Sip, sip, and let it run

Drip down, drop, and pour out

Grab sporting smiles then smash

Fret not then the last.