Once upon a dream, I saw a circle.
A circle that never ends.
It tells secrets in whispers and giggles.
Inside the circle, I hear my thoughts.
They float like balloons, soft and puffy.
Sometimes red, sometimes blue.
The time inside the circle goes slow.
Like watching a caterpillar dance.
Every tick is a funny wobble.
I wish I could jump in and roll round and round.
With stars and moons and candy canes.
Forever dreaming, forever spinning.