It is hard to fuel ourself specially without purpose But we like to feel some urge to get charged everyday to make it different Writing certainly helps yet it has been begging for focus I told the words I don't want any focus and words told me otherwise: Dig deeper in your heart I followed and you were right there just like me waiting for nothing to happen Did we for years of secrets for years of longing Must be our poems giving us out or our words had shaken little hands before we could