I'm no more interested in you not reading it than you were in reading it. I do find it amusing that you're too lazy to read but not too lazy to post pointless comments. 🤭
The diligence with which you assert your lack of interest is praiseworthy. Not everyone is as devoted to expressing how little they care about something.
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending nor 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; 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; 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 a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway 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 were turning to the color of her hair!
Like a captive pacing round a stake tied up in little knots
Or a madman running laps inside the prison of his thoughts
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending nor beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find; In the windmills of your mind