Candle in a Room of Flashlights

I'm a candle
in a room of flashlights.

No switch
to turn me on.

I need heat,
I need the real light.

I need more than the flick of a finger
to get my fire on.

No single slide to arouse me all by itself,
no no no,
I need more.

Not trying to be greedy,
it's just what I am
and it is getting so lonely
being left behind,
the only light still out.

The only one that didn't settle,
and skip merrily into the common step.