The Windmills Of Your Mind

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 on it's face,
And the world is like an apple,
Whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find...

(Alan Bergman and Michel Jean Legrand)