The 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 snowfall down the mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon Like a clock who's hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in se 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 cabin Where the sun has never shown Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream The ripples from a petal someone tosses in a stream Like a clock who's hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in se 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 the hallway and the fragments of a song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair 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 circles that you find In the windmills of your mind