in your troubled times
when yourself
appears as three
separate entities
the id
ego and superego
when all of them
fight
for their rights
and you go crazy
driving three horses
in different directions
on the same
chariot and
yoke
you call them
let them sit
comfortably
before you
and discuss
the point
of peace
where they
can be
united
you recall the vow
the covenant
of lust
and love and
standards
give them a day
each
to live and breathe
give them
each the space
they all deserve
now be free
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