[Poem] Beneath the surface

the days are long,
so long that seems there's always
more than only one,
and at the end of each
always I think I'm done.
I close my eyes, a breather for a sec',
just to start once again,
like a restless musician,
that push's again on rec.
Again another day,
that seems to be the same,
but at the same time isn't,
because I'm not the same.
Althought there is still me,
same body, flesh and name,
something is changed much deeper,
like a quiet ocean,
that's quiet on the surface,
but if you're goind down,
you'll find beneath the calm,
a flaming vulcano,
ready to set out blazing,
just like a ticking bomb.

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