The Windmills Of Your Mind (Стиву Джобсу посвящается)
ike 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 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 I said ? lovers walk along a shore leave their footprints in the sand
was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand ? pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of this 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!"
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
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!