Me ?

In ceaseless motion is the sea,
Expressing its many moods,
Wave - like the life within me,
It begins and then concludes.

A little ripple in the blue beyond,
That grows into a wave,
And breaks into a life prolonged,
Then flows back to its watery grave.

Crashing and beating at its confine,
Furious: slashing at its constraint,
Waves roaring devoid of time,
Echoing over the world - so faint.

One wave - inconspicuous on the sea,
Thus is life - could this be me?

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