Wishing Well

Been gone a long time,
I kinda lost my way,
can't fight it.
And i caught a short ride,
to the grave and back this season.
I can try to get by,
but everytime I start to panic.
I'm a little bit shy.
a bit strange,
and a little bit mandate

I went to a wishing well,
but sank to the ocean floor.
Cut on the sharp blue rocks,
and washed up along the shore.
I reached for a shooting star,
it burnt a hole through my hand.
Made it's way through my heart,
a funny and a promised land.
On the narrowing line,
what a way to sort my troubles.
In a very short time,
gonna pop,
better duck and cover.
Can you figure me out?
I got caught like a little kid stealing.
Did i say it too loud?
Bit hard or a little misleading.