Framing the White Noise

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