Last quarter

Wine in hand, tape is played on recorder

Jazz is flowing through veins like a charm

Thoughts and things come right into order

Without sounding like massive alarm

Some had left, some were left by the border

One that's called self-respect and self-love

They could no longer shout me their orders

I had left them and waked throwing glove

Things were done, then released, then abandoned

They forgot what they meant at a time

With the lies and the twists right before them

They succumbed to the folly of crime

Books are neat on the shelves that I cleaned

And my heart simply flutters with feat

Mind had finally let of things go

And so light are my shoulders - no more

Cat's on chair, cold outside, warmth is running

Place is better without their old fuming

With the old, toxic, stale and uneven

Rested out, somewhere far, somewhere leaning

When the heart fills with burden and tightens

Ask the scariest questions to self

Will it really be so it won't brighten?

Or you're scared to let go of old self?

Be new you, be the one, be at peace

Be the joy, be the you, be caprice

And you'll see how that feeling will cease

As you walk a new path as new piece