a song for her.
What’s the use of dreaming?
She always tell me,
As I play my guitar,
Alone with my hotdog pillow
In my room.
“Strumming that thing will get you nowhere”
She always tell me,
But I pay no attention to her,
The sound of the strings overpowered her voice
“I wish you’d clean your room
Or wash the dishes sometimes”
She said, l o u d l y.
I hate all she wants for me.
I don’t even care
if
She would hear
The song
I wrote
For her.
Discussion:
I’m so stressed of thinking of what to write in this part and I can’t anymore of someone to concretize my idea of super-ego. This is how I understand “psychoanalysis.”
Well, the speaker is firm in his passion (to play and write songs). S/He is dominated by his/her of pleasure, through which, s/he is pressed for immediate gratification of hi/her desires.
