I pursue the bait with shifting faith

You bolt, leaving like a horse through the gate

I have acquired patience, so I will wait

But the delay may lead to being too late.

I may proceed with blazing guns

But I fear that like a gelding you may run

Unbridled, never to return again

That would be an intolerable pain.

I could pursue like gentle waves

Just simply rolling with each tide

Content to flow, content to glide

But will this help, or will you hide?

I think you like to be pursued

It gives you something to anticipate

To easily cede would rob the rush

Of a chase you want so much.

It is so much like a game

You hide, I seek, giving just a peek

So that the intrigue still remains

Keeping the chase going just the same.

You are a distraction that feeds my passion

If I were to trap you, I fear inaction

Because pursuit’s thrill is simply the challenge

Of going after a bait I do not want.

Do not give in and make me win 

A captured horse can be tamed

That would be a disappointing way

To end the game.