“I am not afraid to die
Though I do fear being dead
At least before I’m read
For that I can’t deny.”
(The Ego could not lie)
At which there came a sigh
“Please not that thought again
Get busy with your pen
For truly time doth fly.”
(Such was the Id’s reply)
“But surely you and I
Are used to being misled
For torment in the head’s
Not ours to question why”
(The Id and Ego said)