Is there an art to pursuing?
A way to successfully track you
Unlike the renowned Aborigines
I am unable to trace wild footsteps
Should I spend time on a fruitless chase
Such inconsistencies it brings forth
One day it seems I will succeed
Then the next I only find bitterness
I care not for silly mood swings
Do spare me these old games
A chase is fine as something wanted
Should not be easily hunted
Yet there seems to be no spear
That can successfully hunt you down
Instead you float away like a boomerang
That doesn’t want to be found
So like a tired kangaroo
I will quit the chase for you
My bursts of speed and enthusiasm
Spent hopping around on a wasted chase
So as your games run away
Into the hidden jungle
No longer will you be pursued
From this unsuccessful tracker
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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