I am the island, strong and deep,
Standing against the current,
Hoping to change it.
But the inexorable tide bring the waves,
Incessantly beating on my shores,
Wearing me down over the ages
Until one day, far from now,
I will be filed out of existence,
Down to the surface.
I will become part of the ocean,
Drawn by the current.
the waves will continue their march,
Beating down other islands
With shores I have never seen or walked upon,
Under the relentless eye of the moon.