Dream Scenes and Wonderlands

You built my youth upon dream scenes and wonderlands.
Nursed the ideas into pedestals where I could stand
Above the dark clouds and faux visionaries
That could only see themselves as caged canaries.

I watched you compose every complex, thoughtful line
That painted the world we’re in to be cruel and unkind.
Slowly but surely the words seeped into the bends of my brain,
Giving my questions the answers no one else cared to gave.

You were drowning in a wonderland just to pass the time.
Your lungs flooded with ideas built up upon thin dimes.
I wondered how between the justified lines you had gotten so lost,
Before realizing every perfect talent has the perfect cost.

*A'sN: This is the start of a new poem/song I'm writing. I really wanted to write something for everyone who got me to where I am not just writing wise, but human wise. I couldn't thank some writers and poets and artists enough for how much they have influenced me. This is just about how their ideas have made me who I am today.
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This is the start of a new poem/song I'm writing. I really wanted to write something for everyone who got me to where I am not just writing wise, but human wise. I couldn't thank some writers and poets and artists enough for how much they have influenced me. This is just about how their ideas have made me who I am today.