Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheelie in a wheelNever ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning wheelLike a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloonLike a carousel that's turning, running wheels around the moonLike a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an apple, running silently in spaceLike the circles that you find in the windows of your mindLike a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of its ownDown a hallway to a cabin where the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a penny someone tosses in a streamLike a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an apple, running silently in spaceLike the circles that you find in the windows of your mindKeys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your headWhy did summer go so quick? Was it something that you said?Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints in the sandIs the sound of distant drumming just the fingers on your hand?Pictures hanging in the hall, and the formant of a songI've remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?When you knew that it was over, you were suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves would turn to the color of her hairLike a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning wheelAs the images unwind, like the circles that you findIn the windows of your mind*