The Firefighting Arsonist (a poem)

“We want a break from the chaos but then we just go create more.”
-Christy Wright

The firefighting arsonist observes the blazing land
The chaos that she’s battling all started from her hands
She got all curious, interested, then hell-bent on her goal
The flames took on their own life and they burned all her control

Destruction starts to take a toll, but there’s a devilish catch
Can sit so still for so long, then she’ll strike another match
I’m bored or overburdened and can never seem to win
Disordered back to order then the cycle starts again

“Life exists as an interplay of order and chaos.”
-Jordan Peterson

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