a living torment, a last turn of the head, a silent whisper from the immortal dead, is it written to show how one can fall through a storm unknowingly regretting lifes inevitable downfall, can we ask for a reason to regret the man made season,is there a silent choice weve all made in heaven, to turn life into into a number representing the perfection of seven, are we all in our last memory of satisfaction teasing the ones still regretting evolution,is it a turn of the dice at the last revolution relying on the ones we have not met, answering a call from an unknown source, contemplating finding a solution to the earths endless polution, do we want relief from ourselves regretting listening to a thought made by a king or taking part in a faith lost by ignorance remembering that once what we had made is coming full cirlce are we keeping track of an empty stone filled with terror not even accepting we are living in the end of an era!