The windmills of your mind

Round, Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an everspinning 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 on 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 Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of it s own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has