Reason for Breathing

I look inside my mind to find
A thousand things I’ve left behind
Nine hundred of which I should have said
Rather than taking them to my bed

Tossing, turning, digesting so
Incomplete thoughts thrashing to and fro
Neglecting opportunity to relax
I turn on myself and begin to attack

Dissatisfaction such a daily event
I request that my apathy, find time to repent
In order that I may once again find
Reason for breathing no longer declined