Dwindling

Time, time, it's slipping through my hands, dwindling even as it stretches on into forever. I cannot grasp it, I cannot look back either, and tell you what I have done with all my hours, my days, my years. I could not tell you what I did with my last minute. Because what if it amounts to nothing? What if I go back and try to add up the sum of my life and find the number piteously small? Wouldn't it be better to never know and think you achieved something, rather than die knowing that you didn't?