A strange futuristic none futuristic take, on the tale of the one who had too much and couldn’t take it anymore.

Cameo of the trouble that walked in and out,

The one who came before and lost to fear pain and doubt,

And the old man who watches.

The wise one who has forgotten love,

The Doctor who has forgotten love,

An idealistic, perfectly colourless,

The memories are painful, filled with sadness and pain.

The moments of life times loved and lived in instances.

Wishing for elsewhere, because here is so hard to be,

But life doesn’t have colour without love,

Without emotions, without feeling,

At impossibilities, at the fear that becomes hate,

Lightning and love collide.

Taking crowns from kings who misled the same,

Living life set by standards unknown,

Between Jupiter and the Moon.

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