Reno-of-zee-Turks

It seemed I had gotten used to your face, So I decided to offer you all of time and space. Every was, every will be, and nowhere too far, The only question was where you want to start. Sailing away in a box of blue, Always an awful lot of running to do. I set no limit as to where we could go, Making sure to shout "Allons-y!", or "Geronimo!" But those days are over. Not for you, but for me. It seems I've seen all the things I'm to see. Finding myself on the wrong side of a blaster, Belonging to Cybermen, Daleks, or the Master. Now I know what comes next, to you, might seem strange, But my body is dying, and I'm going to change