Who I am 🙄

Every night before going to bed,
My confused mind, I hardly read,
Used to ask me questions, quite often it said,
"Who are you?", time & again rang the question inside my head.

People come to life & go,
But only some in their due course hardly know,
Why they are sailing through with the row,
Life's hardship that were bestowed on them, had no belonging though.

I tried finding the answer though it seemed hidden within me,
The fruit I am having since ages, being unaware of the tree,
However I made an answer for my mind & since then it seemed a bit free,
To unlock what I am searching for, I know I will have to pay heavily for the key.

Today, when once again, when I sat alone, after a long span,
Ignoring all that was happening around me, much more than I can,
I could feel something, towards me as it ran,
My confused mind said it is unhappy with the answer and now needs a new plan.