it makes not a bit of difference what was done or what was said, no one’s gonna come collecting the results before you’re dead, all that matters is what you said you’ll do when no one was listening but you. and no matter how many layers your vision can see through, the truth is dependent only on your view. so where are you gonna chose to look, ah yes…that’s the part that you’d gotten mistook. it’s always a matter of choice where a ventriloquist decides to throw his voice, so why wouldn’t it be also a decision where you choose to cast your vision? a ventriloquist of glance with a puppet of chance, a voodoo doll lie, casting the evil eye. but you’ve got the amulet, and don’t you ever forget, it’s not over yet. the x-ray’s a machine of the past, there’s still a die to cast, and the last roll is never really the last. you make your own opportunity, you set your sights where no one else will see…. it’s all just metaphor and poetry unless you take it seriously. so….. who are you going to be?