I was playing with a toy that has spinning lights on it and taking pictures in the dark to kill time and the pics look to me like DNA and that got me thinking about:

Will scientists soon be able to remove the parts of the DNA strand that make me sad?

Can altering any part DNA make me wealthy?

Healthier?

Can lasering off certain bits make it easier for me to stand up for myself?

Will I be able to get off the phone with a telemarketer without worrying if their feelings were hurt?

What atoms need to be zapped that will rescue me from phone conversations I don't want to be in when people are standing around me trying to listen in?

What switch needs to be flipped that will shut off my mind and let my body become a manual labor zombie and do the grunt work I'm offered but can't stand doing?

What button needs to be grafted on that will let me love myself?

Can DNA be changed to let me have calm and soothing dreams instead of the ones that jolt me awake sweating in fear with my heart pounding?

Can DNA be spliced to stop a heart from breaking?

Would I end up a Frankenstein? DNA stitched together like when I tried squeezing the end of my Hot Wheels Yellow Track into the prongs of my HO Scale Railroad Track.

When my mother was dying from cancer, I wondered why the body would do this to itself? Why would my body fail me? Why would my DNA let me be the way I am?

No matter how far away I drive, no matter where I go, it's not far enough or fast enough to escape what I'm made of.