Landed with empty Handed

Sitting on a chair,I kept thinking,
Trying to open my eyes,but these are still blinking,
Why do I land at such a place,
I try to come first even if there is no race,
I hide myself,even if no one sees me,
In scorching heat outside,rays of sun freeze me,
Why should I climb to that height,
Neither fear of falling down,nor there is fight,
How do I walk straight,worried about my fate,
Even when I spread love,my feelings turn to hate,
Nothing is left behind,still I am empty handed,
Walking on a strange path,nowhere I am landed.