To find a match
or to ignite the flame

We turn the pages
Our lifes story being shown
to a burnt crisp

Blow away the smoke of the never ending search
the answers never come out
we try to find the evidence to water it all down
but the flames burn on and on

This is our path to run the machine
stimulating the thoughts that write this story
as if it were all a signature
burned into your every being
a scare left behind from the flame
the lingering smell of ash and smoke

This left behind for all to find
the little pieces that signify
your meaningless, Life