Round

Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending nor beginning

On an ever-spinning wheel



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

And a half-forgotten dream

Or the ripples from the 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 that jingle in your pocket

Words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly

Was it something that you said



Lovers walk along the shore

Leaving 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

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong ?



When you knew that it was over

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color of her hair