Ego, What Makes It Go

I once asked my ego what makes it go, What with vain-glory vanity and pride: It's not I that's on a vainglorious ride, Nor is arrogance my fuel, ye know, Nor vanity be the vehicle I use, Nor I, me, mine be my identity, Puff and pride never within me suffuse, What I can't stand is soul's divinity— That he and Him from same lineage are lined. My claim is humble and quite down to earth, Unlike him, I am my own unique kind, Discerning few do know my genuine worth, My sphere's Earth, heaven nor yet nearer sky, Confuse me not with id, nor super I. ____________________________________________________ Freud gave the terms id, ego, and super ego, which someone interpreted as ‘it' (instinctive impulses inherited as part of the unconscious) , the ‘I', and ‘beyond I' respectively. Here in this light-hearted piece, ego points an accusing finger at id, and super ego, while pulling soul's leg. ____________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.09.05 |