They said that some people were just born with fire in their souls,
hoping to light up the world in flames,
so that they would revel in its chaos.
But I think that burned forests regenerate, that creation comes again after destruction, peace after chaos.
I think they were born to change the world and leave a trail in their wake.
I think some people are afraid of them-
I think I'm afraid of them because
I don't know if they're good or evil.
Because people are always blending black and white like a smoothie they drink every morning.
You have to wonder if the sacrifices were worth the cause, if there even was a cause in the first place, or if it was just us dreamers trying to make life better for living.
Would it be worth it? Sometimes, I ponder over who the heroes or villains are anyway, when we are all flesh and blood, all made up of lies and mistakes.
