Id, Ego, Superego: Who, What am I?

So "I think therefore I am",


What a pearly phrase,


Slung 'round and 'round from corner to corner and ear to ear,


 


Should I walk upon the threshold of my abode or the far corners of the Earth such a


saying never desists,


Everyone screeches it out as if it is some profound wisdom,


But for me I find it profane,


 


I wish I could put it into my own head to say I am this, I am that,


And I do,


Yet it does me no good,


 


I sit down in nature and think upon it,


I am no step closer to knowing who I a,


To having an idea to why I am so cold,


 


To having an idea of my name and its worth,


To understanding why on Earth I'm here,


Why I fear myself,


 


I have so many questions and so little time,


I have so many answers yet none at all,


It's like I have amnesia or I'm a scarecrow without a brain or a tin man without a heart,


 


Why?


What is it that I need?


Who is there when I look into the looking glass?


 


A ponderer, A wander, A loon, A madhatter?


 

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