Who is calling me

Questions of me to me I couldn't answer

With every breath of light I've always asked myself is it for me?
Is that me who is being called upon the skies by the sun lights?
Am I the only one that listens to the melody played by air while calling me?
Then arises the question, who is calling me?
Is it possible with so much differences among human being so tiny numbers are being human?
Few times life takes us to the very destination we seek, and many times, it does the exact opposite
My footsteps kindly telling me, that every place you step on will be gone, wither does it make sense or not, all it needs is to mark that point to either avoid later, or use in the days to come as a base point.
Cause maybe it is what's calling me.
shores of the dream's river are vast beyond mesured, though, giving up should never be the bought in need, if you're there to cross or even enjoy the journey
As for everyone's ability of hearing the call of his own dreams is doubtless, now I can tell the answer to the question of who is calling me?
Or maybe it's still so far for one's ear to recognise what's above the horizon of their limits but their eyes do, meaning that not only do they have the ability to cross, but they can make new horizon to the world, the one that calling me or them
Sometimes I see old blind man crossing life's needs alone with empty hands searching for the help but most times reaching emptiness there I cam swear l heard them calling for my sense of humanity.
Whenever I smell and see cloudy weather I remember world war 2 when skies were full of horror and plants of fear, started to grow and strengthen deep roots and stems that fed on tears of weeping dignity and human's lost sense of one another, thus started calling for me.
who is out there calling for me?!
an everlasting question could never be answered through life's simplicity and naive minds.
One day, I stood for the subject of whether I am me or not !? The thing that may lead to the answer of who is calling?!
Then started
(I) looked clearly at (me) and asked " where have you been lately?"
(Me) glanced at (I) and whispered " l left with (myself)"
Surprisingly, a spectrum was shaped before my eyes to the vehicle of us ( me , myself and I ) proving the wrong concept of " two leaders will drown the ship ". Or else why isn't the vehicle drown in itself?