The elusive dream, a fleeting thought
Dances before me, yet never caught
The more I chase, the more it strays
A will-o'-the-wisp, in endless ways

But when I cease to pursue and strive
It turns to me, with a gentle jive
And whispers soft, in my willing ear
"I am yours, my dear, I've been here"

The universe, in its mystic sway
Reveals its secrets, come what may...