i know what i am but what does it do

if no one yells timber
will i still hunger

if no one's seen my sternum
can i alleviate this burden

if she don't want attention
what to do with my affection

if i cast it into a furnace
will the right words surface

if i ever catch these obligations
might i finally find the patience

to pursue my wants clear-cut
and emerge from this diligent rut