Unnecessary?

Sometimes there is no reason, cos I have no idea what I'm feeling..
Its like there's nothing big or serious or anything, just that it doesn't feel good.
Or maybe instinctively I know that there's something wrong,
deep down there is something I can't tolerate, there is a line somewhere even I myself am unaware of...

And then maybe I'm afraid, that one day this might eventually lead to something worse...

Unnecessary? I don't know, can't be helped...

To leave the world behind

What is it like, to leave the world behind?
Everything you have, you had, you yearned for, gone?
To leave no trace, to be replaced, and eventually forgotten?
To have made no difference, to have been no different?

What is the point of a beginning, when in the end, nothing is brought away?
The experiences, the happiness, the heartaches, the sorrows;
gone like they have never existed...
Of what value is it, to have been there, done that? Will anything have mattered?
If I leave, you leave, we all will eventually, what do we leave behind that will last?

Or maybe, just maybe, there is something that can be left to last.
Something to prove that you've been there, you've at least left a legacy.
The ancients are ingenious indeed, to have each bear a mark from the start,
to be carried and never erased.
Through which experiences are continued, memories passed,
and the essence of being forever lasting...
To be continued...