I'm stuck in the tardis

Walking down the paths of the dead thoughts. Reawaking them with a careless notion of what the past was.
Realising that the past and future are the same. Forever trapped in the unreality that is life.
Heading for something you can't quite see, but can feel.
Walking in a landscape that you recognise but can't quite place in your mind.
Surrending to the ravages of time.
Watching as people grow old and die. All the while you think this isn't happening.
Slowly walking a bit further along the path of the dead thoughts.
Avoiding that which you fear becomes impossible.
All exits are blocked, no way out.
But there in the distance is a tiny light.
That light is hope, sometimes it fades. Sometimes it flashes into brilliant white.
The light which shatters the paths of the dead thoughts and makes life become reality once more.
But the paths of the dead thoughts are always there, waiting to creep up on you, and snuff out that light
which brings hope and shatters that which brings you down to you knees.