Windmills .....of my mind

Repetition: round and round, over and over again, the blades of our modern-day windmills turn, the motion of each one repeated by its 160 neighbours, ad infinitum - much like my thoughts. 

One thought leads to another, jumping subjects, peering into recessed memories, lifting lids on things I think are safely latched. They change direction, double back, repeat. They take no heed of lists. Procrastination takes over from priorities. I’ve tried meditation, I understand the wilfulness of monkey mind, but in the end the windmills win. 

Inevitably, those recesses of my memory take me to a certain song - with apologies for yet another ear-worm.... 

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 or the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and face 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 colour of her hair,

A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel,
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find,
In the windmills of your mind.

Written by Marilyn and Alan Bergman to the music of Michel LeGrand for the film ‘The Thomas Crown Affair.’ 

Thanks to Ingeborg for hosting.