Unknown Thing

A/N: This is sort-of a follow-up to my poem "Pencil". Read that to clarify this poem.

But this is not all you are

If I could fit it all in a series of words

That would be sweet

But I can't

So although you are like a pencil

Your differences are crucial

You are out of this world, unconventional

There is not a defined shape of you

A defined make, model, and size

Known worldwide

You can't be anything like a pencil

Your differences are too differential

I guess I'll just have to stick with

"Unknown Thing"