I don’t know what we are right now.
We can be of 3 different states.
We change in many different ways.
Never will I think we will stay the same.

Some days we are like solids,
Bound tightly together.
Whatever our form is,
What we are is never regular.

Some nights we are like liquids,
More free to move.
Flowing as if nothing can stop us,
But viscous enough to never let go.

And sometimes we are like gas;
Separated and swift.
We know of our presence,
Regardless how invisible it may be.

Of all of the states,
There is one thing common:
That they need atoms, like us
To make us matter.