She liked to take a subtle dare
She liked to lay her heart quite bare
Where Sartre might refuse to care
She liked to find the meaning there

Absurdists she would all eschew
Her life was neither sad nor blue
She did not care much for Camus
She thought that life was simply true

She thought of love from end to start
From logic she would soon depart
She did not reason like Descartes
She only listened with her heart

She found the coursework very hard
She prayed at Finals to the Lord
So many theories she'd discard
But always she liked Kierkegaard