(not) a dream

i saw the steps ahead
and lowered down my heels
the spirit is speeding it's way
to the emergence, see
how i came upon the broken down
the weak, the false hearts
was this...
the grass snaked and shuffled
the wind carried my feet to them and back
words scattered like dust on a flat panel
and before my eyes a crowd,
of the all too familiar,
spread their minds along the waves of air
did they speak?
had i been spoken to?
where the colors just black and red?
trust is fire here
so i briskly walk the banks
searching 'scapes for all my shadows
though all i hear is laughing
i climb, again
the stairs to my home
the walls of my head
wherein lies my heart
where all the mistakes i made were chalkboard white
and while the next few steps
feel like walking backwards
i smile
and remember where i'm at
the stretched out road
with an end
of unending possibilities
but it's hard to get excited
when you know it's just a dream