Is There An Art To Pursuing Poem by James Dylan

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