"Pursuit" Inspired by Bravely:

Pursuit

I thought I knew

what I was chasing

and how long it would take

to catch it.

My bare feet protest

that I wasn’t prepared for this.

I expected to apprehend my quarry by now,

but, the longer I pursue it,

the less it looks like

what I wanted.

I thought I was

chasing a dream,

and I kept going when

it simply changed colors.

But then it grew antlers,

and then soft fur turned to scales,

it shrank

and then became

too large to ever hope to tame.

Still

I chase it –

what it used to be –

despite weariness and pain,

despite its current appearance.

If I stop chasing,

I might find out I’m lost.

If I stop chasing,

I won’t know what to do next.