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 carousell 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