This is Jak's birthday party dream. It's not the best (that's why it took me a minuet).

I fall onto the warm grass

I gasp for air and laugh

I turn to the bright sun for my light

Eat cake and hope it will last

Everyone cheers for me

And we celebrate to our delight

Such a wonderful day to be alive

Too bad it's only a dream

Jak: Do you like making me feel bad?

Me: well it's all you ever do. Other than feeling sorry for yourself.

Jak: I get angry too, you know. And I don't feel sorry for myself.

Me: Suuure droopy eyes

Jak: Why You….

To sum this up there is eternal war and much censoring needed. Let it be know though that Jak is a very sad man.

Jak: Just so you know this poem sucked.