If you haven’t seen the Doctor Who episode “The Time of the Doctor”, turn back now.
And then go watch it.
This is a poetic adaptation of Eleven’s regeneration speech.
Times must change, and so must I
But we never really say goodbye.
Change is not death, even though it seems;
Change is merely change, as it happens in dreams.
One thing becomes another, a boy becomes a man,
A seed becomes a tree, as goes nature’s master plan.
Does it all just disappear, like breath on a mirror?
Everything changes, every past moment all the dearer!
Every new age demands a renewed face
Each life has one, and it will always find its place.
That’s good and cool; because we all race on
Just remember each You that ever passed the baton.
I cannot forget one line of this—how could I ever?
I’ll always look back on these days that were oh-so-clever.
I’ll never forget the great times that we shared
I’ll never forget any of this—not a single day, I swear.
Because being me is Who I was and Who I am
And running with you has been a great pleasure, ma’am.
Just one last question, as I change with spurious wing:
“Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?”