Old is past, the past
Not coming back, always pulling back
Birth of doubts, sound of doubts
These doubts are preexisting, forever existing.
They forgot asking questions, living questions
Their positions never changed, their times never changed
They forgot their fundamental actions, choosing only certain sections
Nothing else is realised, lately realised.
Different realties, written realities
All confusing, all contradicting
Life became a playground, not a fun playground
Stressing all the time, for the right time.
Listening, believing everything, after listening
This becomes battle, silent battle
No logic is is ever used, thinking space is unused
Where's the point? Understanding point.
Everything starts from there, existence is there
It's an idea, regenerating idea
Built false foundations, talking foundations
Believed it, they never doubted it.
Pictures are edited in Canva application.
@chireerocks