The top thought that I brought into light from the lot of my pondering and my wandering in my mind is wondering what my next hour may bring wether i will die or hear the birds sing a gentle ring into the next morning during spring, winter, autumn, fall or anytime at all. I've been guilty of taking life for granted even though my beliefs are not firmly planted. So I think to myself shall I live on a shelf devoid of danger annoyed by a stranger and watching my every step? Keeping well kept, praying before bed so I will not wonder what happened while I slept? I've come to realize an hour ago was once an hour like so, and if life's thoughts were like this than I'd be scared to take a piss, walk on a wet floor, or think every entrance has a faulty door. Let loose, pet a goose, because life is not made to be a noose.