Taking Circles

You've come to take me away; there's nothing more to this.
Nothing left to say or do, or dream in bitter bliss.

I can't believe the things you've told me, painted on these walls.
Into a wonderland of hoping, I draw, and the sparrow calls.
The flutes, the birds, the bees, the trees, right in front of my eyes.
Dancing through the wooded meadow, a fancy prancing dance.

Fantasy is overwhelming, dream into the day- pastels calling my name, there's nothing left to say.
A single word becomes so dear, until there's nothing left.
Just like that, we're back at the beginning; and you've come to take me away again.