Swhirls of time

Im not sure how long it has been. To long I suppose, though by what measure we can barely guess. Things wander along as they do. We question. They keep wandering. What if? we say. They keep wandering. But it could have been like this if we had have done this...we say. They keep wandering. They are somewhat relentless. We stir up the time around us with a mad flurry but in some ways, time is very simple and monotonous. it just keeps going.