The Doctor

It's winter now
it's gotten cold
my clothes are drought
and hard to fold
my housing creaks
and reeks of old
under these sinks
I've grown my mold

My car is stolen
my pet's run free
this winter rain
reeks of fine sea
now all that's left
is you and me
one thousand years
then twenty three

And still I live
as a madman
I speak
older than war
and war we seek
one side of me
now old and meek
the other side
bipolar freak

I'm old you see
last of my line
I roam this world
a walker
this winter's past
to summertime
and still I live

~The Doctor~