the windmills of your mind

round

like a circle in a spiral

like a wheel within a wheel

never ending nor 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

and a half-forgotten dream

or the ripples from the pebble

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

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

leaving 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

half-remembered names and faces

but to whom do they belong?

when you knew that it was over

you were suddenly aware

that the autumn leaves were turning

to the colour of his hair
like a circle in a spiral

like a wheel within a wheel

never ending nor beginning

on an ever-spinning wheel

as the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind