It’s an unique sense that plays Two roles in our tenancy days, Which admiringly touch our soul rays In both flattering & deadly ways, With a glamourous face Or a face with a puzzled maze. It's stiff & bitter to solve a puzzled maze Where feelings are part of a quick race, Called “Life” with limited time & space Also, it's a framed chase, Of feelings, sense & Life fates With zero-thinking gates. This plays a lot as there are zero gates To lead our mind to the destined place, By waiting until the rightful date Come to enjoy deeper at it’s the best taste, As feelings do have a natural phase In this all-rounding life base. People judge our all rounding life-base And state that discipline is the only great, Rule to control feelings, but my mate By looking at the outer shape, Without observing the inner suitcase You can’t see what our heart weighs. Hard to explain what our heart weighs If so then there will be weepy essays, In tons of books with frustrating surveys On the topic of seasonal delays, Like how adorable grace Tolerated Mali’s odd & time change. Literally with the odd & time change And with the maturity & growing age, Our souls will be converted to a solid range And to a rock type, which will react really strange, To those flattering & deadly feelings exchange.