round like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
neverending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival blue like a carousel thats turning
and the rings around the moon
or the 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

like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown
like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
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

keys that jingle in your pocket words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly was it something that she said
lovers walk along the shore leaving footprints in the sand
was the sound of distant [bad word] just the fingers of your hand
pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
ive remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong
and you knew that it was over were you suddenly aware
but the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your hair

like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
neverending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
as the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind