The Windmills Of Your Mind
Round like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down the mountainOr a carnival 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 the highway to a cavernWhere the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolvingIn a half forgotten dreamOf the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in the 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 in your headWhy did summer go so quickly?Was it something that you saidLovers walk along the shoreAnd leave their foot-prints in the sandIs the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your handPictures hanging in the hallwayAnd the fragment of a songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was overIn the autumn of goodbyesFor a moment you could not recall !The color of his eyes
Round like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever spinning reel
As the images unwindLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of you mind