I’m a hardened ball of wax
They come and light a match beneath me,
And watch me melt and scatter on the table
In the flickering light of the darkest room.
Try as they may, the wax will only harden over again
They can light a thousand matches
And burn them down till they scorch their fingers
But over and over, the wax will turn to solid.
Make me a candle, let me burn until my legacy is depleted.