Butterflies are not a Fruit

Flowers are not for sunshine
As rain is not for eating
And drinking a pool of water
May well be a deadly task.
Mouths are not for thought
As inspiration is not for keeping
And worshiping Apollo
May well result in scorched retinas.
Memories are not for time
As the tide is not for catching
And digging up curiosities
May well lead to not breathing.
I cannot see myself.