The passion I find a rebel
From the cell of Reason
With loud dander of Babel
Raising an army of sedition
To rule the royalty of the soul
In its allegiance to Impulse alone.
The Reason I turn wakeful
From the chamber of Temperance
With swift reveille at evenfall
Raising an army of dominance
To guard the palace of the soul
In its sovereignty over Instincts withal.
P.S.: It’s a self-evidentiary poem about a battle of Passion and Reason, Id v. Superego, or Pleasure v. Morality, the neverending conflicts of the dichotomy of the body and the mind that has invoked myriads of imaginations culminating in intellectual treaties and artistic opuses throughout the history of civilizations. The equanimity of the mind results from successful governance of instincts, the raw emotions that Reason must tame to transform them into ideas and thoughts. This sounds easier said than done, but it’s true. Sometimes, doing a simple thing is the hardest thing to do.