Time
Space
These are the
only things that have any meaning to me
the only things real in my
world
And yet
they are meaningless to me
lost
in
an old man's drivel
overused too many times
like a discarded
rag
Because time and space is all there is
time and space
are irrelevant
merely worth
a dismissive wave
of the
hand.
What then is there?
Love?
Beauty?
Life?
To be cherished
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go
now?
What is left?
Love doesn't last
or wounds you to
the end
Beauty fades
fleeting in the mist
in the
night
sucked into a black hole
or nullified by a different
beholder
Life?
"oh so precious"?
Oh so
numerous.
Expendable, in my darker hours.
Perhaps I am all that is left.
But who am I?
Without my better
nature?
Questions and meanings
get mixed up together
in
a foggy confusion
in my head.
I am damn near omnipotent
And
yet
impotent
Unable to cause the change
I wish to
make
Unable to longer be
The Force For Good
that is who I
am
Time and time again
I screw up
I hurt those that
mean
so much to me
I allow those that mean
so much to me
to
be hurt.
100 years into my current life
and I still
don't
know who I am.
That which unites my lives
remains
as it
always will
but it's locked
away
locked
locked
locked
away
Rendered inaccessible
WHY?!?
Damnable, accursed
WHY?!?
Take
this life from me
oh beloved Rassilon
I no longer deserve
to
wear the name
The Doctor