Wisher of the Well

Me it is
The wisher at the well
I hope and hope
And hope my life away
I must learn not
In magic to live 
But face reality
With an iron fist
The coins tossed 
Long ago by my hand
Have touched rock bottom
Yet nothing stirs
The message of this world
Is it to dream not?
For that is what I have learned
Yet I seem unable to apply...