we have to be the light and burn and help others burn and show them the way because sometimes we are their last matchstick and they are stuck in a cave, unable to find their way out we should help them out and be their light in their times of duress
because sometimes we have to burn away to let others prosper and often times they will credit you for it for being their last resort and also for being their light out of the tunnel
But, they will miss you for you were the last one and now if they go back in the cave then they can help someone else who is lost there but will not be able to get out of it because you were their last hope and now you are *burnt
not the best, don't even know what i was thinking when I was lighting a matchsick. Anyways, here's a poem, have a good day and enjoy the one less hour of sleep. :(