Poetry

The Madman and His Box

To be a man

A man who can see anything

A man that can meet anyone

His box is the key

The gateway to lands

Far away

Astounding, brilliant

He is a man who had lived forever

Nine hundred years

Massive weight strapped to his shoulders

Escape impossible

All of his friends are gone

The box his only true companion

His only constant

A man in a box

Could be nothing but a madman

Unless he is a Doctor

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