Wishes

Pocket full of wishes,
Hand full of change.
Into the well,
Water rippled as they fell.
Obscuring my reflection.
So many misconceptions,
About what I’m doing here.
Nothing happened,
What a waste.
I should be disgraced,
I could have spent it at Starbucks.
I could be drinking a latte,
In the air condition on this hot day.
Instead I’m standing here with empty pockets.
Tom Hanks said life was like a box of chocolates,
And all mine just melted into a pool.
I’m such a fool.
Why did I even come here?
Am I so full of fear,
That I’m reduced to making wishes?