Round like a circle in spiral
Never ending or beginning
Like a snowball down a mountain
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its place
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the wheels of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half -forgotten dream
All the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in the 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
Life is circles that you find
And you're windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that shangle in your hand
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore
Leave their footprints in the sand
With the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Just hanging in the hallway
At the fragment of a song
You have the memory to face it
To the one where they belong
When you knew that it was over
That the autumn leaves were
To the color of its flesh
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Nev er ending, old beginning
But not an ever -spinning reel
Like the circles that you find
In the winged memories of your mind
