Veiled from identity

The relentless control is gone, and with it vanished the power. Now what remains resembles a complicated match of hide and seek. Running wildly from one place to another spot. Searching in vain for what is not there and will not be, but is a phantom shadow always present. It taunts and teases, staying just out of reach, its' ghostly touch mocks wickedly as it passes by. Never relenting in its untamed chase from there to here in its lackadaisical way. As if chasing the wind, always felt and the product of its hand is always seen, but yet it is invisible and remains unchained. The redundent pursuit is merciless in its claim for undying consideration.