Kissed by the sun’s rays
I can't identify my noble beginnings
Championed by my attempts at the reigns that feigns my confidence
Golden, if that's what it is
Then why am I not precious, not valuable
Am I to find my own markets to sell myself?
Or do I need to change the world's perspective
I am golden
That I am gilded and chained to a vein that takes all life from me
Exploited by the system I created
Dying uncontrollably
Golden by definition, I was the first to be sought after
Before they found that pale rock or the encapsulated pearl of the sea
Golden,
Why do I now have to compete for affections when who is so lonely, so shiny, so lovely as me