There is only a silhouette, a shadow without form

No flesh, no substance,

Scribbled shading within vaguely sketched lines

Floating through the world,

Action without reaction

Words without thought

Aping reality, going through the motions

Shadows cast by nothing

Powerless and meaningless

This is who we are now

A world full of silhouettes

Flickering through our lives

One bright light

And we are gone.