Admiration.

I'm a glaringly unfinished surface:
unpolished marble, roughly hewn
uncharted territory and messy contours.
The shaping process is gradual, and I've only just begun,
but against your sharp edge I pale in comparison.
You are refined, cut with impossible precision--
capable of anything and everything.
My uneven sides catch and wobble as I reach my destination,
but you draw the most efficient path
and execute your immaculate route without one misplaced molecule.
I'm awed

and yet
we're okay.