Where Am I?

Then, I come to this place
where birds are too lazy to sing
to welcoming morning,
where grasses are not dancing that gayly
in catching the weary wind

Finally, I arrive in this place
where I know not its name
nor its exact site
but here I'm
(don't ask how)
get lost but somehow relieved:
for not hearing the melancholic birds' song
and not seeing gayly but fragile dancing of grasses
and most of all, for not knowing where I am...

Could someone just tell me;
how could that be me?