We are but shadows in the sun . Reflections of crystal pavement . Remnants of who we are . Who we are yet to become . Where one goes , the other follows . Until we blend into a rainbow of fractured prisms . My joy stopped once the rain stopped falling down . Dry as the desert . A total wasteland . The winds rising high as the tide . Dust bowls blowing until the sand dunes are recreating one another . Scorching heat . Sweat dripping off our foreheads . Weakened spirits . Shortness of breath . Until we are no more . We are but shadows in the sun .