Answer:
The more there is the less you see.
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
The more you have me, the less you see. Shine a light on me and I flee. What am I?
What do you call a pig that is no fun to be around?
Part carbon part water I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name I am the pause that refreshes.
What is always coming but never arrives?