I'm not I.., because I left long back..

Some say, I'm lazy
And I agree to it..
But then something happens
I'm not at all ready to accept
this so soon,
So I get up, be ready
For the call that was held
As if waiting for me to bloom
And no matter how awkward
it may seem
I go on with the work
Howsoever tiring boring
or worthless it has been claimed
by many and myself till last gloom
Unexpected, I'm seen where
no one thought I could do
I believe I'm not doing
Someone else forced me
from where, I have no clue?
But yes, I some how do,
All the while knowing
I detest what I do,
Till I know I'm not I,
because I've left long back
what I ought to do..
Who's doing this is an unknown
Power, God knows whether
I'll ever know the mystery
I've come across before
one day finally I'll face
the final doom..