Waiting

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