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.