Stranger's Question

Why I am here? There’s no answer.. Cause no one can hear what I say At least on a superficial glance It’s all God’s inscrutable ways But I sense there must be a plan By which I was given a point to be Exactly where it was meant And that’s what most puzzles me Well I can conclude with assurance The place where I’m at isn’t mine Taking into account every nuance I say that it’s not very fine Keeping me unaware for so long Doesn’t look like a good idea Should not be a puzzle, where to I belong I’m sorry to echo this animal fear But I mustn’t I know, what’s the aim In living a life of an alien resident, Among foreigners, playing their foreign games What’s the purpose by this was meant?