Of a Time Lord’s Lonesome Travels


And now he floats,
Another speck in the wind,
Another friendship lost,
Another day in his life.

Occasionally he lands,
And he finds joy,
Then the wind blows,
And it’s gone.

And he keeps drifting,
Waiting for another to come,
And surely leave,
But yet he continues wandering,
Because he must.

I purposefully left it open as a freestanding poem without heavy doctor who influence so it might be taken as a normal poem even though it is inspired by said subject.