a bad dream

i had a bad dream. Forgot the content but remembered the theme... or themes.

You know how i always thought the being top student (undeservingly) is 2010's greatest enemy.
It, in my ridiculous opinion, reinforces an age old stereotype, which i assume exists, which is, that it is apt to expect perfection from me.
not only perfection, but miracles and surprises that i'd be a new canvas everyday, not just fresh and new, but colorful and pleasantly unpredictable.

But sorry, I'm not.
I'm just another canvas (perhaps even one which is mildly decaying) with occasional bright splashes of paint. But i beg you, "don't follow the world and its excuses of impressionism" the splashes of paint why, they only mislead you!

dont be lost in its neon green and blue with dashes of orange looking cool
the streaks of paint and the way they moved, merely danced to the way you thought it should
your eyes were playing tricks on you.

I'm a normal person who is mildly deluded regarding his talent.
I tried to live as perfectly as you wanted me to.
never knew why for a moment i could

but to be normal was to be disappointing
to be honest was to be dumb
when i showed you how much i cared
you regarded it as my ensnare.

alright evidently this is drifting off topic.
but you know, you were the incarnate of the "phantom" i never wished existed.
and you had to be the one to leave the resounding, neverending ripple

on the tranquil lake of mine.