Round like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On a never spinning wheel



Like a snowball down the mountain

Or a carnival balloon

Like a carrousel that's turning

Running rings around the moon



Like a clock whose hands are swinging

As the minutes on 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 the highway to a cavern

Where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving

In a half forgotten dream

Of the ripples from a pebble

Someone tosses in the stream



Like a clock whose hands are swinging

As the minutes on 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 that jingls in your pocket

Words that jungle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly

Was it something that you said

Lovers walk along the shore

And leave their foot-prints in the sand

Is the sound of distant drowning

Just the fingers of your hand



Pictures standing in the hallway

And the fragment of a song

Half remembered things and faces

But to whom do they belong

When you knew that it was over

In the autumn of goodbyes

For a moment you could not recall

The color of his eyes



Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On a never spinning wheel

As the images so wide

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of you mind



(Michel Legrand Marlyn