There Is a Bubbling Spring - of Words

There is a bubbling spring, deep below the edge of my mind. Dark, with glistening waters that are yet blurred, And indistinct. I watch it, with some interest, to see what comes forth, As I am ignorant until words appear. They flood forth, Ripe, pregnant with meaning (though sometimes, only I can see what relevance to my life...or yours... they might possess). And always I wonder, whence cometh this fountain of words? And I have no answer (though I blame my Mother…and perhaps my Dad). Yet others seize on this and egg me on, and I do…I write…and Wonder, whither it comes and is it me…and what does it all mean?