And all those futile things I do <br />I do to fill my mind with words <br />and overworked it often works <br />but sometimes somewhere <br />it breaks down <br />between the babble of the day <br />it sometimes somewhere <br />just breaks down <br />before the saving grace <br />of sleep it fails <br />and then and there I find <br />that once again <br />I am thinking <br />of you<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-it-beaks-down/
