Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning wheel
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
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern

Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream

Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple

Whirling silently in space
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 a hallway
And a fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment

You could not recall the colour of his eyes
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