June in her beauty confused the later seasons

Riddled with confusion they strode into the ocean

Suddenly the world turned blue

but not before the last thought of man turned into fire

Because the sun only ever wanted to be seen

Despair only ever wanted to be a distant memory

Love only ever wanted to be loved in return

One day we will storm the castle

in our newspaper hats and with swords made of aluminium foil

One day we will raise the flag

made of cleaning rags and baby blankets

and we will rule anything that bothers to remain