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 drumming 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