Windmills Of Your Mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral
 Like a wheel within a wheel.
 Never ending or beginning,
 On an ever spinning wheel
 Like a snowball down a mountain
 Or a carnival balloon
 Like a carousel that's turning
 Running rings around the moon
 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
 Past the minutes on 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 has never shone
 Like a door that keeps revolving
 In a half forgotten dream
 Or the ripples from a pebble
 Someone tosses in a stream.
 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
 Past the minutes on 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 you said
 Lovers walking along the shore,
 Leave their footprints in the sand
 Is the sound of distant drumming
 Just the fingers of your hand
 Pictures hanging in a hallway
 And a fragment of a song
 Half remembered names and faces
 But to whom do they belong
 When you knew that it was over
 In the autumn of goodbyes
 For a moment
 You could not recall the color of his eyes
 Like a circle in a spiral
 Like a wheel within a wheel
 Never ending or beginning,
 On an ever spinning wheel
 As the images unwind
 Like the circle that you find
 In the windmills of your mind