words stream out of me

words stream out of me unbidden, unheeded, uninvited as if they are spewing out of a defective faucet flinging themselves into the ether, some lost, others dancing and singing they have no trouble flicking onto a computer page or a notebook. They need nothing from me except my fingers. As their puppet, I watch amazed wondering how they use my hands without permission. Do these words come from my mind or someone else’s? This is unknown to me at this time.