expectations

fire burns indiscriminately
whatever it will embrace
and it seems that we
so proudly, defiantly
we fragments of the human race
of time, of space
we purveyors of expectancy
hope and future
of all the things to grasp for 
and embrace
do never seem to know our place
amongst the coldness of the stars
of the flames that feed on the on the state
of what once was green
of what once created
the shade that bade us to seek our comforts
our life
yet another embrace
but even flame is finite
as time does erase
and relegates to naught
all that once was and all that will be
in the long long chase for the future
that runs towards the goal
in the ultimate race of impending hope
expectation 
infinity
that even flames cannot touch
as time flows ever forward
to the ultimate embrace