Blank Shores

How it looked so real?

If it was always so bland

The sheep are still silent

They're still slaughtering the lambs

We reach our blank shores

To find ripples in sand

There's a man here who's good

And one who feels so random

Me and my end when we meet

We'll work in tandem

If I drew another emotion

I will just drain out, my friend

Though these days I am good

I feel my brave heart working just fine