Id, the desires wrapped in our minds.
Wishing and hoping what is just beyond the pale,
An irrational desire of an implanted seed,
Nutured impulses that makes the appetite grow,
Temptation leads to feed for more.
Taking the time,
One has to achieve the ends,
Coxed to the surface,
Keeping in mind the means.
Altruistic motives, this has none.
Controling instinctual drives,
Of dominate pleasure,
Consuming the principle of ego,
Kept locked in a room.