Arrangements of life's lost commodities, br br Further buried under absurdities. br br Tender efforts at pushing them away, br br Envelope me with things to do today. br br Refinements of a coarse reality, br br Never will I seek practicality. br br Obsolete hopes keep my feet on the ground. br br On tightly gripped hands, I keep what I've found. br br New beginnings start with the last endings. br br Sunset marks the process of hearts mending.