Sometimes I am the crust:
lively up front,
tempestuous magma within;
Sometimes I am the ocean:
in turbulence’s disguise,
Calm deep inside.
Cyclones can pacify,
Plains can flood.
Oceans may evaporate,
Volcanoes may terraform.
The juxtaposing illusion that the disparity between thoughts and actions create is peculiarly unique yet familiar. The everchanging dynamics of the battle between id and superego compel us to constantly reform, evolve and adapt. Our use of euphemism, verisimilitude and masking define the definitions of us that others have.
I read it!