Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel in a wheel. Never ending or 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, running silently in space. Like the circles that you find in the windows of your mind. Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of its own. Down a hallway to a cabin where the sun has never shone. Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream. Or the ripples from a puddle 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, running silently in space. Like the circles that you find in the windows 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, leave their footprints in the sand. Is the sound of distant drumming, just the fingers on your hand? Pictures hanging in your hand, and the fragment 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 return, to the color of her hair. Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel. As the images unwind, like the circles that you find in the windows of your mind. Thank you for watching!