Windmills of Your 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 the 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 It's face

And the world is like an apple

Whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind