I just do not understand it,
Why is it that I can write these words?
They just seem to pour out of me,
Not like a dripping tap,
But like a torrent rushing to the sea.
They could be words on any subject,
The list is endless,
But from where do they come?
Everyday there are more words,
They are inexhaustible,
Or seem to be.
I know when the words started,
They were started when I saw
An unfinished painting,
I just had to write about it,
Write about it in verse.
It was like removing a boulder
Which let the torrent out,
This torrent of words.
Still I do not understand,
Do not understand why all these words
Get written on the page,
And are so important,
So important in my life.