When I was a young boy, I dreamed of driving fast cars around a track. When I was an older boy, I looked to the skies and dreamed of flying into space. When I was a young teenager, I dreamed of playing football for Chelsea. When I was an older teenager, I dreamed of singing in a band. When I was a young man, I dreamed of finding life-long love. When I was an older man, I dreamed of peace and happiness. Through all these times, I often dreamed of where in the world my life would take me and even how my life would end. Now, I am sitting on a borrowed bed, in a borrowed room. And what of my dreams? Well none of them came true. Why should they, they were only dreams after all. I have no dreams any more. So what do I have? Just sadness and loneliness and isolation. I no longer dream of anything. There's no time or hope for dreams. No need to dream where my life will take me or how my life will end. For I now know both these things. Alone, with no life and no home, I can only wait for the end to come. Or I can bring it to me. I have no legacy to leave the world. No treasured possessions to leave behind. Just a simple message, which is this. Don't waste your life with dreams. They are just fanciful thoughts in your head. No dreams will ever come true. Life is a hard, cold and lonely journey. You can make decisions and choices And these will tell you where and when you go. But dreams? Forget them. Dreams are for dreamers. Not for life.