The Talis-Man on the Age of Glass (Redux)

As I get older ideals fade away, Doubts get bolder, my fears learn to stray - The stars lose meaning, future condenses past - Yet, I want for nothing, in the age of glass. You forgo changes at the haste of your demise - The quantum switchblade made of the gods' reprise - but with which logic sculptures a harsh but ethic heart, And there are always winners in the age of glass. As years get shorter I see a wiser way, Old men have oceans, as humans have their fields of days. Our wealth comes chiefly on how we choose to last - Cause there are no riches in the age of glass In the age of glass In the age of glass In the age of glass In the age of glass --- The Talis-Man on the Age of Glass (Redux) - L.A. Salami