The Sublime Roundabout

I have this spring of water Deep within my soul And it gushes forth sweet and clear and pure Flowing out of me in eternal waves Sometimes the water is turbulent And sometimes placid But always pouring out generously Joyous and laughing and sparkling but you, you've put a stopper in it you've dammed it up and closed it off clogged up the works with your vitriol your neglect and disregard and spite and the life that did grow because of the water clear is shriveled and dead and dying and I don't know why you did it