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
Writer/s: LOOKMAN ADEKUNLE SALAMI
