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
The vetted mason
Of subsequential dreams
Primes the mover
Born to hatch the scheme
The city set defects
As they learn to dance
But there is no evil
In the age of glass
A planet cascades
Through times of seamless gloom
A mirthless quasar
The rock, the beast, the new
From death perspective
All moves like fields of grass
'Cause time's still solid
In the age of glass
You forgo changes
At the haste of your demise
The quantum switchblade
Made of the gods' reprise
But logic sculptures
Are harsh and Efficut
But there are always winners
In the age of glass
The bull moves slowly
The seamstress tames her class
The fractured touch stone
The blink of backlog tasks
The symbiotics go
Kaleidoscopic
Ideas turn myopic
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
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
The vetted mason
Of subsequential dreams
Primes the mover
Born to hatch the scheme
The city set defects
As they learn to dance
But there is no evil
In the age of glass
A planet cascades
Through times of seamless gloom
A mirthless quasar
The rock, the beast, the new
From death perspective
All moves like fields of grass
'Cause time's still solid
In the age of glass
You forgo changes
At the haste of your demise
The quantum switchblade
Made of the gods' reprise
But logic sculptures
Are harsh and Efficut
But there are always winners
In the age of glass
The bull moves slowly
The seamstress tames her class
The fractured touch stone
The blink of backlog tasks
The symbiotics go
Kaleidoscopic
Ideas turn myopic
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
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Writer(s): Lookman Adekunle Salami
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