Windmills Of Your Thoughts
Round like a circle in a spiral,
on an ever apinning reel
like truck wheels down the Mac-adamised roads,
so you count the circles that you find
In the windmills of your thoughts
Thrilling splash
In fragment of a song
Played by whistling pines
And blown in the winds of fortunes
That spin the winds of your thoughts
Stealing a glance into the future
And feeling like you sailing on clouds
As you paddle across the bridges of hope,
and like a bird-build a nest of dreams
In the windmills of your thoughts.
Teddy temple