A complex universe impossible to know,
Charts and graphs, math and science never truly show
The intricacies and beauties of our fluttering surroundings,
They hide a butterfly that is quite astounding.
A simple movement, a graceful flap
Can add infinitely or even subtract
From the seemingly stable and perfect planet,
Life or death rests on a lazy man’s hammock.
This butterfly effect may be only myth
But it is the intangible idea that is truly the pith,
If man could go back and alter his sins
Would his sneeze in Rome ignite chaos in Dublin?
We cry for the past and dream for correction
But the wonderful web is beyond our detection,
What is done is done, there is no turning back
Understand the power we possess not which we lack
To track and trace the tiniest toll
Can destroy a heart or resurrect a soul,
Sail the voyage of life’s wavy sea
And watch every ripple subtly break free.
At times there can exist without a how
A natural nudge for the narcissistic now,
Sense every minute movement, never turn an eye
Lest you be fooled by the brilliant butterfly.
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