Like College In A Way Poem by Julia Luber

In the earliest hours of the morning, I am half asleep
and almost still dreaming. I am able to hear the poetry
in me, like the dreams that I was having continuing.
They were complex, interesting, filled with intriguing
places and occurrences. I think I stole a Sweetroll but
climbed a wall made of old old English stone. It was
a place a children's' movie might take place but we
were adults high on ourselves for being adults. Thinking
ourselves GREAT simply for being adults-something like
college in a way. So that's what college is about.