Like paper to the wind
my thoughts I scatter here
unable to rescind
I let them travel where
I know not what they’ll achieve
succeed with or accomplish
I fear they’ll find readers 
with care only to admonish
then there is the question 
why bother anyway?

so many smarter and stupider minds 
have so much more to say
and louder voices 
because they so often agree 
to speak their thoughts 
only to celebrity

a different purpose is theirs
to be heard no matter what 
without the necessity 
of thinking intelligently 
of sharing something 
of value they have got

I speak simply 
of observations
of thoughts I mull over
instead
I speak of imagery
of the wonders of earth
that crowd
inside my head