There are times when one dislikes who they are,
wishing perhaps on a star,
to change their shape or form,
or perhaps from whom they were born.
To some this might seem strange,
to others, only the need to rearrange.
But is this really odd or out of character for matter?
to merely desire for your glass to shatter?
and the large blinding object in the day’s sky, is merely a yellow dwarf.
It’s no wonder why everything is triple quarky.
[(Dedicated to a certain quarky butterfly.)]