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