To go on dreaming?

Tired dreams lie swollen and bruised on the ground
weary at knowing their goal was not found
Whispered yearnings come home to roost
As I sit at night and brood
And glittering shards that I know are
the peices of youthful ambitions
are still somehow as shiny as they were when
new, but they are still broken nonetheless
Regressing is depressing
but what to do?

How do you heal a tired dream's bruise?