every turn or bend

can't help but want to do
something else that might
make a difference
might not
and of course won't know
without action
looking to the sky
knowing inspiration
comes from somewhere
some of the thoughts
are so clear others get
frozen caught in between
what they meant to be
and what they are
and what they become
as they leak out the pen
or sounds surround
the head like a cloud
can't help but want
to reach more eyes
more minds filled
with random terminal
thoughts meaning here
to the very end
and here at every turn
or bend can't help but
appreciate it all
everything I can absorb
in this short time here...