You: The sun is bright and red and the breeze is soft and fresh.
Me: I don’t like sunrises.
Me: It plays with my patience through the nightand when it comes, laughs at me with a smirk.
You: But, the night is always blessed by the moonand the calmness it brings?
Me: The moon forever brings fake promisesthat the sun tends to delay!
You: Have you lost faith again?
Me: The moon is stained; the sun is red;
How can I believe the promises they make?
How can I live the discomfort they bring?