Crayons are magical,
You just have to see,
That they aren't much different,
From you and from me.

They're short yet they're long,
They do what they do,
They're dull yet they're vibrant,
Does that sound like you?

They're all different colours,
Yet they're the same,
They serve different purposes,
The moment they came.

They're almost human,
They won't hold the knife,
But then you realize,
They coloured your life.