Time Politely Says "Excuse Me"

Days swim by, unnoticed and unnoted. My life slips by unrecorded and soon all these feelings and thoughts will go the way of all ephemeral things. They will die and, soon afterward, forgotten. And yet, I do nothing to stem the flow. I do not even dip my hands in and try futilely to cup the memories as they slowly leak through my fingers. Scrap pieces of paper and a few jotted notes are all I have and the wind scatters them like leaves from my book.