I want you to see for yourself.
What does it look like?
It is what it is.
Draw your own conclusions.
No explanation from me.
You think more description would help.
You want me to give you more clues.
Twenty questions.
Details. Color? Shape? Hot or cold?
Is it something from everyday life?
Heavy or light? Soft or hard?
Would it make me happy or sad?
I could give you more particulars.
but I won’t.
You have enough already.
You tell me.
You still ask what it is?
You insist I tell you.
There is much we do not know.
This is one of those things.