Matchstick

People aren't all matchsticks

Waiting for the right friction

To make them burn bright

With a one-time flame

That everyone can see

Until the person is spent

A different set of molecules

And the fire in them

Is a wavelength beyond 

Though the heat is there

For any careful enough

Some people will not light

Despite repeated striking

Yet the chemical potential

Would still be responsive

Yet others need no stimuli

Which can be volatile

In fantastic ways

A few folk may only burn

To share their energy on

You, are more than a matchstick