You are a match

Burn, burn, burn

And one moment, everything ends, when nothing is left.

We all have that limited capacity. Capacity of life pictured in a 5cm wood stick. Your parents, give you the first spark. You begin to burn. Funny that people know of their end coming, compared to soulless sticks.

It is not nature or physics that decide the speed you burn with, it is yourself. You keep your own pace.

This all may end abruptly, though, with half stick standing not burnt