Momentary Lapse of Thought
You think about your life, it's trophies and it's pain. Content for just a moment, as you hear the falling rain. You contemplate your passions, your joys and all the hates. Awakened by a sadness as the showers soon abate. You measure out your morals, on a golden scale you weigh. Disillusioned by a clarity which clashed with shades of grey. You hold yourself to purity, as best to that you know. But you find your holding ashes in the midst of pure white snow. You find you've fallen short of still a greater scale. As if you bought generic, just because it was on sale.