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To the young guidance seeking consumers of our play,

we know your weakness good enough not to tell you about the chances it reveals

Show no weakness

It is hard to believe, you didn't achieve what you've been told to pursue

All that goes with being esteemed is already somebody's trait and ready for purchase

Life's a dissection of one's life into bold pieces

Parts compose the whole

there's no sense in searching for emergence

So you're left with this pledge

chasing teasers and we know your weakness

Disjoint parts, hollow parts, of a whole

Guidance and identity stay a mere promise

We are framing white noise

Lost in noise, attention-seeking computes the space

but you're lost in a mire of dreams

Nuances fade, buried by vain answers to whatever may arise

out of a whole, from your indistinct self

Drawn to fakes, drawn to miasma

You embrace patterns of fake identities

Modern days, days of tapestry

We frame the indifference