I watch the words.

I watch the words
as they write themselves
upon the walls of my mind.
The little me
she scurries to wipe clear
the walls
to keep it clean
as the words
write faster upon the walls
she struggles to keep up.
Smudging words
as letters become entangled
and words look funny
and peculiar
to that of what I was taught.
She stands back wondering
if any words
are any one persons
and if any thoughts
are any bodies alone?
Are they the thoughts
of the person that wrote them
or are they the thoughts
of all the others
that invented them.
Are our thoughts
forced upon us
do we think them up ourselves?
Is it that our minds
have already been written
since we subject ourselves
to rules and structures
and information
passing from one to us
and I ask
at what point
do we stop thinking
for ourselves
or have we never?
Have we only thought
the thoughts we were given
by others?
Are all our thoughts
predetermined?
Is it possible to think
something different
when we use words
that already exist?
How many combinations
till they’ve all been used
refurbished
and it all becomes the same?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina