So often, there are thoughts and feelings floating around in our heads and hearts, which we just don't know how to express, or how to put into words.
Our inability to move beyond those recurring thoughts and unexpressed emotions, often makes us get stuck in a never-ending spiral or a circular loop...and we end up just going round and round and round, constantly re-playing the same thoughts, words and actions, over and over again.
The resulting restlessness in our minds, often holds us captive. It keeps us spinning around like a top, as if we were stuck on a giant-wheel or a carousel, that just goes round and round in circles, endlessly.
Thinking out of the box and doing things differently, could be ways in which we sometimes may attempt, to try and escape from these prison cells, that often refuse to set us free...But a lot of times, we're so caught up in their clutches and they have such a tight and firm grip over us, that it is next to impossible, to completely free ourselves from these 'windmills in our minds', and to find a way out of 'the circle game' of Life and Time. ✍️
When words fail, music comes to the rescue. I think there is always a song, to say anything that we can't really do justice to, with words. But, the fact that someone, somewhere, at some point in time, put down lyrics like these; just goes to show, how universal some of these thoughts and feelings are, among human beings everywhere.
I think this song almost echoes my very random thoughts today. It has been sung by many, many different singers. The lyrics are just as haunting as the melody of the song. Together, they almost give you that feeling of being caught up in a never ending circle, from where there is no escape. Am sharing the Alison Moyet version.
THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND (Song Lyrics) 🎶
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or 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 walking 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 circle in a spiral, like 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!🎶
I also found another song today called 'THE CIRCLE GAME' by Joni Mitchell, that also ties in with what this post is about. Although the song narrates a story, the chorus almost talks about the same thought, of kind of being stuck on a circular carousel, that constantly keeps going round, almost like it's set on 'repeat mode', over and over again.
'We're Captive on the Carousel of Time,
And go round and round and round in the Circle Game'.🎶
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