A Revolution. 

​In the night, we dreamed of sleeping on shiny white sands with the moon watching over our stars. In the day, we dreamed of running away beyond the seas, leaving our soft footprints so that others could follow. And by the time we woke up, we had lost something that felt like a battle; a battle that had claimed our sands, our stars and our dreams.



Meet me in the backyard
Where we buried our future;
A future with colours
And houses and puppies.
Meet me tonight
With a shovel and a pick;
Let us hope no one else
Has dug it all out.
Meet me in our dreams;
Dreams you’ve had of me,
Dreams I’ve had of you,
Dreams we’ve had of us.
Come, let us start digging
Find our little coffin,
Jump into the abyss
Holding our hearts
In our sweaty palms.