Never Go Against Poem by bonifacio alba

What does a man thinks?
When every now and then
Seems entangled and hooked:
-By imaginary trap of delusion?
Is this love or just infatuation?
The thoughts keep on haunting
With love and hope to caress
The heart beats the melody of longing
For the warmth embrace,
And may the feeling
Be reciprocated in the end.

And obligations visualized...

But the realization behind
Can May and December -
Be united as one?
Can there be no stumbling blocks-
Going ahead the gray direction?
Is it not going against...
That may only lead
-To the ruins of the future?