I’m at the beginning of the end
and the start of eternity,
at the end of time and space,
in the middle of yesterday
but nowhere in tomorrow.
What am I?
I look flat, but I am deep,
Hidden realms I shelter.
Lives I take, but food I offer.
At times I am beautiful.
I can be calm, angry and turbulent.
I have no heart, but offer pleasure as well as death.
No man can own me, yet I encompass what all men must have.