• A sun to the East,
    And a sun to the West,
    I wait for them to rise
    So that I may choose which one is best.

    The sun on the east never seemed to rise,
    While I laid on my back,
    Patiently watching the skies.

    But the sun on the west stuck to to its promise,
    It said it would rise in time,
    And that sun truly is honest.

    Yet the sun on the east shines dimmer than it's adversary,
    Fixating and mysterious,
    But none-the-less wary.

    Though the sun on the west has never led me wrong,
    It holds my hand through trouble,
    And sings a happy song.

    Sadly though I can only choose one,
    But which shall I choose to be my most favorite sun?
    The one that rises first will surely succeed,
    But will the one that rises first be what I need?