Return toTrenzalore

I am the same, only the companion's change
They age, fall in love, want other lives
But I cannot metamorphosis totally
My aspect alters, reflects a different part
Yet still I have to continue forwards
Ever attentive to final my purpose
The return of once majestic Gallifrey
In all its former pomp and glory.

Viewers watch, enjoying on some level
They laugh, cry, become engrossed
Yet somehow fail to totally enter in
Never to slide beyond the rabbit hole
Where imagination could propel them
If they were not manacled by conviction
That reality must be somehow touched
Not emerge from out the labyrinth.

Trenzalore, the beginning and the end
Rain swept rock amidst a stormy sky
A gravestone or self-hewn viewing spot
No difference in their final meaning
Somewhere to sit and out wait time
Eons passing as if shooting stars
Tails of comets soft caress my cheek
Carrying me to childhood once again.