The Floor Of Broken Dreams

Where do you go when you have lost yourself? when the years have slipped by you and you wake up to find Your someone else.
When you look to the floor only seeing all of your broken dreams.
Do you shove them under the bed or do you stomp on them instead?
Or maybe you just crawl back to bed.
These are the thoughts that dance in my head.
I peek down to see if they have left  yet but no they only linger while I only feel regret.
I do not want to stomp on them for I think they keep me alive but I can not keep watching while each one dies.
I wonder if I have the courage it takes to forgive myself of all my mistakes.
To accept my weakness and live in only grace.
To gather my dreams picking them up one by one and putting them together until they are One.
Maybe I was never lost and was not looking to be found.
Just maybe, Just Maybe I never learned how to put my feet on the ground.