Some people are like matchsticks
Starting up with a dazzling light
Before flashing and burning down to nothing
A simmering pile of soot
A has been of a never was
Are like candles
With a subdued glow
For your sake
Yet, we let the dazzle
Blind us to the warmth
Probably why my heart is dank and cold today
Rather than a well lit, cosy abode
Strike a match again, will you?
And light up the wick?