I am barrier, I am balance I am bound for life, I am shed away I am kin to the coldest of blood

The cost of making only the maker knows but some people always make it empty. Worthless when bought but is somtimes traded. A begger may make one as easily as a king. When broken pain and misery are soon to follow.

I flow without water, I burn without flame, I weave through the wires, I'm never the same.

I’m a rogue. I am a heavy drinker. I’m the frontier. I am a pathfinder. I’ve been a titan and also a cube. And I’m consistently asking for lube. If we’re being cheeky I could be an older brother. A bit of wordplay to help you discover. What am I?

Love me or not, to some I’m oddly crisp, tasting like herbs or a sad rubber tire from a dish. Twisted and bold, a nostalgic wish, but I’m more like the black sheep of the candy dish