so hard to get lit
but then it didn't fail
it did light up
that one little wooden stick with a blacked up top
with a blanked up minds
ready to destroy itself
ready to shift itself from the comfy own match box
to the trash can
he brushed his hair on that strip
his burning head what a glow
adored by every eyes
that fire so bright
captivating the eyes
blew up just for seconds
consuming him
he slowly smiles looking at his fires
knowing no reasons for his current state
but knows that's his only purpose and duty to do
and so he leaves his last breath
the flame is put off
he bid a last silent "good bye"
and so did the smoke fill the air