A Travel Throughout My Life

(This was written while I was still in high school. It marks my typical rhyme scheme. I wrote after wondering about life and what it has in store for all of us.)

The last candle is put out,
It's completely dark,
I travel throughout my life,
Have I made my mark?

Is it best in life or death?
I may never know.
For now I am laid to rest
With nowhere to go.

Is there really a thing as life?
A short visit here
Is not long enough for home,
For we all have fear.

So where exactly is home?
Is there such a place?
It exists only in mind
But shown in our face.