Looking Down

Sitting, like the thinker,
looking down.
What are they for?
Looking down,
and I don't wonder 
why they spell
excrement
in four letter words.

Looking down.

"They're mine,"
I think.
But they're not.
They're just something I thought 
I had controll over once.
But control is just something
you think you have.

Looking down.

I wish I could look 
forward,
and not spell anything
in four letter words,
but that's all 
that comes to mind.
All I have.

And not what I wanted at all.

Sitting like the thinker
looking down,
at the angles,  
"What are they for?"
I think,
"If they dont take me anywhere?"
and I wonder.

Looking down.

Not quite 45 degrees
off center; off the norm.
and I wonder,
"If I'm the only one that can see,
does it matter how many letters
it takes to spell it?"
I don't wonder.
It's just something 
I thought I had control over.

Something I see,
looking down.