It’s sharp
Gliding across the paper
Gliding, gliding, mistake
Just flip over and erase
Gliding, gliding, done
Flip over, and wait it’s dull
And you realize
The graphite as dark as night and
Yellow as bright as the sun
Metal as shiny as a mirror and
Eraser as pink as cotton candy
Marvel at how simple, yet complicated
And that’s a pencil.