Windmills of My Mind

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, 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 of its face
 And the...