Giga Fallacy

Millions of trillions of cold bytes,

Converting to information jungles,                                

Of very super heights,

Will wait through countless Nights,

To seep into queer, inquisitive Minds, it might,

Through millions of filters,

Nations, notions, wrong and right,

Lo! Here come a few drops of wisdom and knowledge,

Bright as white,

Alas, disappear greedily into a system,

And proliferate, as it might,

Back to first recite,

That is trillions cold byte,

To where?

Ah nowhere,

No end in sight.