Windmills Of Your Mind
Round, like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheel.Never ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelLike a snowball down a mountainOr a carnaval balloonLike a carousel that's turningRunning rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes on its faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you followTo a tunnel of its ownDown a hollow to a cavernWhere the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolvingIn a half forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes on its faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocketWords that jangle your headWhy did summer go so quicklyWas it something that I saidLovers walking along the shore,Leave their footprints in the sandWas the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd a fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was overWere you suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelAs the images unwindLike the circle that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd the fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was overWere you suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning,On an ever spinning wheelAs the images unwindLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind