I Will Choose

Lips move silent to treated voice,
Technically altered in a vacant room.
Smiling clueless to clueless drones,
Their thoughts suppressed since Mother's womb.
Manufactured superstars,
Dressed and fed by faceless greed.
Their lives a myth, a stagnant dream
Without a truth on which to feed.
Resist with me this vacuous realm,
Lifeless words and endless trite.
Follow closer to the heart
On vapor trails of tear's twilight.