Spherical

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 carousell 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, In the windmills of your mind.