Dorm Room Daze Poem by Clinton Steele

Yesterday is gone with that carefree innocence of my youth passing away.
I am mixed into the masses, just another anonymous face of a student body.
A mind that is most impressionable with ideas as malleable as intellectual clay.
With unending hours of study my clever wit tires and grows stodgy.

Pressure builds from the intense competition as I struggle to maintain my best grade point average.
Shakespeare, Galileo, and Freud transcend into the subconscious to enlighten and inculcate my cognitive prowess as I sleep.
Thrust into a world of collegiate crusaders that are engaged in cerebral combat which is most brutal and savage.
I am bleary-eyed and quite weary from contemplation of the immense greatness by the bedfellows I have chosen to keep.

A captive of this campus, I sit solemnly subdued in my modern day dungeon.
With dreamy eyes I look toward my future with a utopian gaze.
As if I was peering into a misty smoke hovering above some mystical cauldron.
The inspiration of my imagination springs up, materializes, and then fades back into the haze.
I reflect on what lies ahead for me upon the distance of my future's horizon.
As I gleam all the exciting possibilities of my dorm room daze.