Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never -ending or beginning
on an ever -spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
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
Down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
in a half -forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a 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 a jingle in your pocket,
words a jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore,
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 fragments of a song
Have remembered names and faces
But to whom do they be long?
Though you know that it's all over
As you've said your last goodbye
Still your days and nights are haunted
Like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never -ending or beginning
on an ever -spinning reel
like the circles that you find
