A Yearning For Answers...

Where am I?
What is this place I call my home?  Am I surrounded by others like me, or alone?  I've gotten to know this physical place.  Yet I witness infinity when I look up to space.  What is reality and what imagination?  Can either one of them have limitation?  Is what I see true or does the truth withstand my sight?  And if this is the case, am I strong enough to fight?
What am I?
When I look at my body I cannot help but wonder: is all of this, all of me, a mysterious blunder?  Am I a basic notion of biology?  Are my thoughts and feelings deep, or mere psychology?  Am I only another being thrown onto this earth?  Or am I an individual with extraordinary worth?  Is every breath a miracle? A blessing?  A joy?  Or is it all a random game, and my body just its toy?
Who am I?
Why are my feelings so far beyond what I see?  When I look in the mirror, why do I feel that's not me?  The things I own do not feel like they’re mine.  It’s like I belong somewhere else, somewhere divine.  What is my purpose here in life?  Am I to become someone useful?  A mother?  A wife?  Will I ever grasp the secrets of life in my hand?  Will I ever understand where, what, and who I am?