The Romantic Superego!

Sure! I can do that! I could be a doctor or a nurse;
Couldn't hurt to try, after all, there are things that could be worse!
I know that I could be an actor, or maybe a writer, or even a poet!
Okay, don't laugh, I get the picture, I should stick to reading and I know it!

If it weren't for this conscience of mine, directing and misdirecting;
I might not be so starry-eyed, and optimistically forgetting,
That it's my Superego causing me to behave this way, I fear;
And that, my friends, is no ideal way for me to find a useful career!

If I restrain myself, stay calm for a time, and learn to think more clearly;
I certainly do believe I can find something to occupy my mind all year-ly!
All right, so possibly that was my clue to learn to be a better grammarian.
Or perhaps I could help save mankind; does it pay much to be a humanitarian?

I suppose we each have a battle with our conscience, now and then;
I just wish that I could find a way to justify my behavior in the end!
This thing called Superego seems to have taken over my every thought;
So for today I'll escape reality; I'm off to my home in Camelot!

Lora Frikken ~ 9-8-02