Death on the Installment Plan

last night I wanted to have a cigarette with my friend. we had so many disagreements. but we couldn't find the lighter. he used matches instead. and I kept searching for the lighter and end up finding two. we tried so hard to lit the cigars with lighters. I was nervous. and we both failed to lit it on. it's like teaching a stone to talk. and suddenly the cigars just burn themselves without us. he said: yea, the fire's within.