You Broke Your Ribs For This

"I spend the day indoors
rolling my mind round undone chores
feeling guilty for nothing in particular

and over and over I thought
what is this thing that I've wrought?
how is it that my leg's caught


and over and over again
nothing I want to defend
nothing I could recommend
nothing to say nothing to chase away

I spent the night inside
rolling the rules round the hills of my mind
and what is right if I am never justified?

you broke your ribs for this.
I hope it was worth every cell split.
and what are we besides agreements of the senses?
own my days.
live my days.
rip my days."