The Non-Existing

You never know when life will end,
The colorful world will fade
I will shed in tears
The light will burn out
The clouds will darken
Wind might create a silent breeze
Cross your face
I walk in silence
On the hollow ground
In a world of darkness
Searching for something that can't be found
Why am I searching?
What am I searching for?
These type of questions race through my mind
as tears fade from my face
Am I on a journey that can lead me nowhere
Or am I running from something
Will I ever know
Or do I have to keep searching
For the non-existing..........

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was 7. And I was cleaning up and I found it under these papers. So I thought I would post it.