a whovian poem.....full of tree sap if you ask me!

waiting for a blue box.....not a red or green will do...

waiting for the one...you know Who.....

waiting for the day or the night to appear..

perhaps a time or place relative in space...

spinning round and round.....seeking a doctor when i'm on the ground....

waiting........time......when will it end.....when.....silly question...it only ends when it is over.......

so when it begins it will end.....but the travelling throughout will make him my friend.....

a timeless confession.......

time ticks because it's limitless.......

born and bred to believe we are limited......we must unmask the lie

the gruesome face smiles back at us, because time has been discovered and a new meaning to this place.....

a quiet voice can still be heard.....a broken clock remembers when it stopped and waits for time to come around again........

each time opportunity passes me by....i notice its flaws.....it's not limitless not even close.....it's a thrill that won't last because time conquers all....

i built a lasso out of words and latched on to opportunity......just for the thrill of it......i'll stick my teeth and pen into it, creating a wound that won't heal.......and when it dies....it will fall but i will fly.....