A Wasted Dream

It's just a few thoughts about the frustration of wasted childhood dreams, and how the realities of growing up affect you.

A wasted dream
Ne'er followed through
My faded fancy
Now out of view

A child's mind wanders
Down all the routes
It detours reason
In well-worn boots

Such young assumption
It is soon dashed
By spiteful rocks
It's great hull gashed

These imposing crags
Placed by mans scope
Steal from my soul
It's child-like hope. 

Author's Note

It's the first thing I've ever written down. Any thoughts or comments would be appreciated. Apologies if I have made a hideous faux-pas.