The Human Condition

Up they bubble ,demanding their day Every appetite in disorderly competition Blindly leading the body frenziedly To let them rip and have their way That is the narrative of the id. Who am I? How do I look to others? Some days I like to be on my own Others regard me as the life and soul of the party Until I am overpowered by my passions When the id dictates to my ego. I am the gatekeeper Patrolling the boundaries To maintain a healthy balance Between narcissism and impulse In today's world that is a rocky road Where it is a free for all To take all you can get Without consideration for others' dignity Boundaries no longer exist It's a thankless task being the superego