A Strangers Dreams

I cast off my coat and my troubles at my door
My ambition seemed simpler in years before
But my skin and sight are molding
And these dreams that I'm holding

They seem familiar but I know they’re not mine

Each hole that I fill
Is a color soon to kill
For these thoughts of this kind
Do resemble my mind

Both lacking and endless in time

For these dreams are my drive
They’re the reason I’m alive
But although I don’t believe in him
God always seems to hinder them

Those dreams that I spend with hue

This life you firmly hold
Though its mine it seems quite cold
But despite my talk with fate
It may not yet be too late

To start my endless life anew