Like a circle in a spiral,
Like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel,
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon,
Like a carousel that's [bad word] rings around the moon,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face,
And the world  is like an apple
Whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind