the id comes knocking on our door
blindly striving to gratify its instinctual impulses
while ego desperately co-ordinates
alters, attempts to control and repress
incorrigible impulses incompatible with reality
the id in a tempestuous borderline truce
held at-bay tenuously, moment-to-moment
at last, the id hands ego
its head-in-hand
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