The fall of so many towers
So many old calculations, now getting solved
So many conclusions, now reaching hands
So many great logic, now proven hollow
So many raised voices, now proven false
I know a lot, only because I have witnessed a lot
Over many generations
I feel like
My sons won't gain from these
As they won't accept my word on blank face
Like how I didn't accept my elders words on blank face
They have to go through these all by themselves
These hardship, these blown up claims
These misguidance in the name of real guidance
Moving from edge to edge, corner to corner
And then they would see the same things I have seen
But by then they will have reached my age, too.