Searching

searching for answers in
the pouring droplets of the
exhausted rain, absorbing each 
one desperately. Pondering...
what are they?
what are the answers
im longing to find? 
does the question actually have
an answer? What even is the question?
for that perhaps i may seek
in the clouds above... but theyre
out of my reach, and i can not fly.
I never really tried flying.
how am i supposed to know if i never tried?
why am i afraid when i dont even know
what's waiting for me above, or
what im waiting for below? 
Like a weeping woman i 
will never find what i desire 
to hold for once,
a meaning to everything.