#matchsticks

It only takes one tree to make a million matchsticks.

Here he comes again,

Mr matchstick legs,

Dragging his legs across the floor,

Leaving a trail behind him.

A trail of destruction,

He walks by somebody,

There life magically goes up in flames,

But he doesn't care he just keeps going.

He doesn't care who he hurts,

Who he harms,

Who's life he destroys,

As long as he reaches his end goal.

I don't know how he does it,

I don't know how he can't care,

I don't know how he can live like this,

I don't even know how he survives.

He just keeps walking,

He just keeps dragging those legs,

Dragging them across the ground,

Flames and smoke behind him.

How haven't his legs given in,

How haven't they snapped yet,

They are so thin so fragile looking,

I don't know how they carry his weight.

I wish that they would give way,

That somebody would make him fall,

That his legs would snap in two,

Making him unable to walk.

This was the only way to stop him,

The only way to stop his destruction,

To make him unable to move,

Was such a small thing.

Until that days comes,

I just keep my eyes peeled,

For the man,