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A fickle mind with slight of hand

checking times by counting sand

he saw a book of warring lands.



The saddening book that caught the eye

happy people sighed and cried

while the man looked to the sky.



Shocking rain upon his face

coldness fell with chilling grace

in that very sorrowed place.



A counting sheep that would not sleep

jumping though it could not leap

that man collapsed into a heap.



Maddening sights laid before

he found to look was quite a chore

and this is why the man had sworn.



- Jacob D. Lujan

Looking through a thin black glass

straight at me he stares right back.

His side white and very clean

it's what is called the perfect scene.



In his hands I see a sight

familiar to me my hands held tight.

Holding what I like to dream

he has those very precious things.



Ambitions which I want to hold

in my hands he sees but mold.

Straight past me he sees my need

what I want but can't yet reach.



-Jacob D. Lujan