Sunday, May 13, 2012

Book of Dots




Book of Dots and thinking about going around in circles and confusion and choices to be made and it just spirals out of control sometimes it's just

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
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Windmills of Your Mind by Sting

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