True dreams.

I don't know,

 if you know what

 it feels like,

 to sit on a tram,

 talking to a man

 balding from

 cancer discussing

 how he has wasted 

 his life on drugs,

 how he can no longer rent 

 or pay mortgage,

 own a home,

 have a family because he

 has nothing left but for his 

 street drug addiction.

Do you know what it's like to look in a mirror?