Sarah Dupree, For the Thinkers

This is for the thinkers Not those of grandeur and illusion But those who settle amongst the shadows Content to rest with the dust bunnies of ideas

This is for the thinkers Those who are like a pendulum Endlessly swaying back and forth between reality and fabrication Fueled by the gravity of existentialism

This is for the thinkers Those who dance alongside the fears of failure Who twist and turn among the crowd of doubts And commune with the mystery of darkness

You’re not alone. You’re not mad.

Continue being human in this phenomenon of objective materiality This world was made for our dirtying of its surface For our hands to delve into the very bone of existing For we all know it is our duty to reside here But few have the courage to ponder the why

This is for the thinkers Those who aren’t always the famous philosophers Or the blessed-handed artists of creation But those who simply question what it is to be alive And if it will all be worth it.