Life Grows More or Less Meaningful at a Distance

At the end of days
I will look back and wonder
At each second wasted
On every little thing
The worries and fights
Over scraps of land
Their purpose
In the face of easier and more fruitful victories
Long since forgotten
Countless moments spent on reflections
That reflect nothing
On inventions
That have no use
But, if not for every little thing
How would I fill my days
Waiting for the big things
Only to look back on life
And realize
That I have nothing.