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 turning  Running 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!    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 of its face  And the world is like an apple  Whirling/Spinning 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/I said?  Lovers walk along a shore  And leave their footprints in the sand  Is/Was the sound of distant drumming  Just the fingers of your hand?  Pictures hanging in a hallway  And/or the fragment of a song,  half-remembered names and faces  but to whom do they belong?  When you knew that it was over  You were you suddenly aware  That the autumn leaves were turning  To the color of his hair?  Like a circle in a spiral  Like a wheel within a wheel  Never ending or beginning  On an ever-spinning reel  As the images unwind  Like the circles that you find  In the windmills of your mind!