Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Going with the Flowing

If butterflies make hurricanes

Unknowingly by flapping wings,

Causing many chaotic pains

Such a severe storm ever brings,

Then I, as one of human race,

Would wonder if my flapping arms

Be such theoretical case,

Causing unknown chaotic harms.

So when I'm told I must do this

Or that by other humans who

Want to mess with my lazy bliss,

I mutter what such folks might do.

I'm just a human who is cursed,

Heading with all of us to worst.