lost and found...

What are you to me?
Is a question I ponder,
What am I to you?
Is an answer you wonder,
What are we doing here?
Is something stranger,
Yet we are in this together,
only the rules unclear.
The game is fun,
Not knowing the pun,
Intending to hide,
With a quite chide,
It is never easy,
to let go of the fancy,
This might be the end,
Of the search you adorned,
To be in a stasis,
of what this is?
Only to be lost and found,
In this game of hide and seek.