Oh Id's Nerve
oh, the nerve of my id
struggling to climb mountains
seeking secrets
on a quest for meanings
passing all the beauty of life
never stopping to smell flowers
marvel at deer
enjoy the freshness of a babbling brook
in a quest for self-realization
reaching the top
seeing only myself
crying out for splendor left behind
oh, the nerve of my id
ensuring isolation
eliminating potential for happiness
searching and only finding myself
too much introspection
mired in self-reflection
reaching no real destination
Based on my poem “The Mountain I Believed to Be Id”
Anagram of my last name: Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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