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

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 logic sculptures
Are harsh and epic highs
But 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 bills of days
Our wealth comes chiefly
On how we choose to lust
'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