Windmills of Your Mind

I grew up singing this song all the time. I thought it was written by a crazy person who had lost a majority of their senses, but loved the tune. Now, some 40 years later, I get it! This is ME! This is life! I get it!

Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within 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 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 a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along the shoreline, leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming, just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway and a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning 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 windmills of your mind

Craziness, that makes complete and total sense! Enjoy your own windmills!