Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
Like a snowball down a mountain
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 ap ple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow
Down a hollow blue heaven
where the sun has never shone.
Like a door that keeps revolving
in a half -forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
someone crosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past a minute of its space
And the world is like an apple,
more than silently it's made
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 walk along the shore
and leave their footprints in the sand.
Is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragments of a song
Have remembered names and faces,
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over,
And the autumn leaves were turning
Like the circles that you write
In the windmills of your mind.