We are all matches, we all wait
For that moment where
Neurons
Spontaneous
Reaction
Brings forth thought, so many
Sparks, which one will
Bring forth the chemical reaction to
Ignite,
Burn,
Brightly
Is this thought, will it be but
A fleeting moment, burned then
"Extinguished"  
Before It reached its
"Potential"
"We are matches waiting to be struck"
With a moment of
"Clarity"
We could burn for a life time
Or become just a blacked stick
Our minds burnt out,
"We are all matches waiting"
"For that one moment"
**"To be struck and our minds then lit up."