Mornings are chill Still No feel of ill. Day is erratic. It's Nature's tactic. Evenings are hazy But not becoming lazy. Nights are cool , yet suffocating. Nothing in our hands except relocating, Mold situationally If not conditionally But relatively. It's the psyche that makes difference. If It's in line If It's process is on line It's the soma that acts in sequence To face any consequence To be in pace In the worlds of change To make us as an ace