Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On a
never spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
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 apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
And the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
In a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream
Or the ribs from a pamel Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find And the windmills of your mind
Keys
that jangle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lappers walk along a 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 fragment of a song
Remembered names and faces But whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of his hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never
ending nor beginning On an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind Like the circles that you find
And the
windmills of your mind