Peter Vector - A Lone Little Blue Box in Space

Quietly in a little blue box,
Drifting about the stars and space,
Is a man of adventure and mystery.
A man of intellect, and fun, and life, yet also of misery.

He's seen it all almost to see,
Men of metal, the beast, ood creatures, and lords of time,
the tenth planet, the rising dead, a city in ashes, the genocide of races,
The beginning, the present, the past, the future, and also the end of time.

He's been with many, far to many to count,
But each time he loses them.
And he loses a bit of himself too.
The pain of lasting forever is almost to great to bare alone.

He reminiscences over that all he has lost,
And also remembers,
The people he has saved.
The wonderful adventures with these friends,
And the tragic times he had to start over again.
Where and when will it end?

Quietly in a little blue box,
Drifting about the stars and space,
Is a man alone,
Waiting for the next companion to board.

Peter Vector

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