The Thinkers Poem by Daniel P Martin

Do other people think the thoughts I think,
When they’re staring blankly into space,
In their quieter moments of solitude,
Do they withdraw from life into their private place.

Do they plan for their day and set their goals,
And decide what they’re having for tea.
Or do they drift away from their conscious self,
With a starry vision that sets them free.

Does the glint of their eyes say a thousand words,
About their hopes, their fears, their dreams,
Do they seek elevation, but find despair,
When reality revealed it is not what it seems.

In a crowded arena, where seclusion re-assures,
Do they ponder their life and its purpose on earth,
Does humanity humble and stifle their greed,
Do they measure their value, and value their worth.

Is their mind constrained by the reality of life,
Like a Universe contained in a match-box,
Does the mundane treadmill darken their days,
Like an escape artist who can’t beat the locks.

And if it is so, that their head remains focused,
As they squander away their life’s time,
Does their gaze ever stray to the calm looking man,
As he explores the very depths of his mind.