Crash and burn is good,
return to crash and burn like firewood.

I am kindling to the fires of the charlatans and liars,
likely a moth attracted by the roar of flames.

Any names that you could call me have been often named before by the crash and the burn which I have come to adore.

At the end in the ash where the burning is the crash and the fire wood turns back in on itself,
I am left alone to ponder in the wandering of smoke and wonder if the flames will ever come again.

If I did believe in karma or a charm to grant longevity I'm sure I'd feel much calmer as the years are rolled from under me, but that's not crash and burn or bread and butter, wait, return the life that's owed to me and let me cut a little honesty and crash to burn again.