To rise or to descend the rungs of crosspieces,
between underworld crossfires and linking crossroads.
Those are the questions that crosses my mind lately,
something that’s physically and mentally perplex.
Things confining me from seeing the fruits of my labor.
No matter how arduous and toiling things be,
The betterment of the studentry should be paramount.
Efforts should be made to unleash a fruitful outcome.
I should become an outstanding student leader,
someone who promotes a civic minded studentry.

Henceforth, even with intercepting ideas with the officers,
others do not want to heed my call.
Meetings are set in a fixed date, time, and place,
when the meeting comes, not even ghosts would show a face.
Planning for an activity and programs were conducted,
yes, yes, yes, the response was a couple of yeses.
When the day of the activity comes, I’d be alone in the entire phase.
Budgetary planning was done,
now the semester is ending, the financial statement is undone.
Call for a meeting again, I’d ask, “why wouldn’t you listen?”
Can’t you help the organization’s problems lessen?
Now, is it me that’s not fit to serve or am I just too selfless?
Am I just too selfless to even kneel to you, or to even kiss your toes?
To even do most of the task because you’re unable to do them?
Even if these were too simple than what I have been doing.

Now, is it you who cannot perform or did I just expect a lot?
I propose solutions properly and we plan ahead.
Do you need more time? I’ve given that to you already.
Now, every time I encounter people who lost the passion to work for service,
I’d fall into a complete disarray.
I just want to beat them all till they say, “I yield.”
But that’s something I couldn’t do and I couldn’t express.
Even if its greater doom than a small gloom,
Gloom would be a notion to lit’ up the org.
What keeps their attention and interests to learn,
What would their motivating factors be,
That I should find out and I should track down.
I’ll give them more time and I’ll work with them
I’ll make use of the leadership seminars I have attended,
The ideologies that kept an organization bonded together like a feather in a bird’s body.
It is to change the mindset in the organization,
It is from “me” to “we,” it is “for us” to all of “us.”

Love is the alliteration of the push and pull of undetermined I love you’s.
It is an assonance of determined I’m sorry and please forgive me
Love is the parallel structure of i hate you, i don’t like you, yet i want you.
It is an allusion of the world wars
An apostrophe of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.
A repetition of sorrow, pain, sadness, and heartaches.

Love is an anti-climax of leaving, disappearing, and not having anything.
Love is a free bird flying yet inside a cage weeping.
Love is like the rain that help things grow
But if it is too much it causes flood though.
Why is that? Because love is the exaggeration of worries that causes downfalls.

Yet love despite of the dead symphonies it is mourning
Love is the euphemism of though it hurts I’m still happy.
It is a deafening quietness; you need to put a little bit of melody like the sounding of the crickets.
Love is a metonymy; I can’t take it anymore this love is overflowing on my senses
Love is the irony of the stuttered words you wanted to explain.

But after all, love is you
Love is loving you.
It is when you are born in this world through your parents.
It is when your parents meet from the very beginning.
It is when you wake up every morning and you felt the glittering sensation of God’s blessing- that today you still live.

Love is enduring and unchanging.
You always have to endure the shaking, the trembling, the breaking.
It does not change if it sees a chance to do so
You always have to understand someone and get low.
Love is a sunshine that every time you open your eyes, you will feel the warmth of its embrace.
Love could also be a dark blue bloody sunset, whenever you long someone’s presence you badly need to see their faces, follow their traces.

Love is not just about your own happiness
It is the sacrifice of yes we are facing too much crisis but I will be with you in hard, steep, and different places.
Love is a figurative language
Giving you a heartbreaking and a sensible image

Love is like us coloring each of our canvass.
White, yellow, orange, red, blue, black
Black, blue, ref, orange, yellow, white
Love is like us coloring each of our canvass
Windy moments as it was, but it creates the dancing of the grass.

Love is the climax of two persons igniting hearts- combining, burning.
Love, love, love
The point here is that,
Love, because of love,
Life is worth living.