Holding Gold

It seems as though I've hit the ceiling
Selling someone else's feelings
Falling from the heights of favor
And savoring the air
I'm sailing through
The next wave of emotions
Oceans of uncharted notions
Nearly drowned in dim convention
Suffered so that one might not offend
A lender to the project
Wrecked upon a sober shoreline
Signed into a new existence
Pistons pumping steam against
Against resistance to a novelty
Like lemons in the eyes of science
Searching for a new appliance
Blinded by reliance on a trend
Toward a golden era
Holding gold against a mirror
Choosing its sublime complexion
Over my unsure reflection
Reflection
Reflection