After all is said and done, what exists now are the shadows
The shadows of what was once torn by the fabrication I created
The shadows tell us a story we know all too well
They tell us a story of what we were

After everything, all that exists is the cool shade we bring from our bodies as we shield the concrete from the sun
We thought we were so transparent that the sun would go right through us
But what was found was not hollow, but not quite solid
What was found was fragile

And what exists now, is broken.