The Elusive Me

I am elusive, hard to catch,
A fleeting thought, a shifting match.
I slip away, like sand in hand,
A mystery you can’t understand.

I am the wind, the morning dew,
The hidden path, the ocean’s blue.
I am the dream you can’t recall,
The whispered voice behind the wall.

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