Poem? I guess

Hope is what it's like to breathe, the endless air filling you lungs propelling you forward, allowing your body to begin it's journey to move towards impossible goals. To dream is to be human, to want something mystical and outside yourself, to ask of god, "what if?" To beg of the cosmos "Why not? Who could I be?" To transform yourself in a way, personal and impersonal without ever truly leaving. To expect is greed. It's rooted, it refuses to ask "What if?" But yearns for whatever it craves with a hungry maw that refuses to show how grateful it is. To expect is to be cared for, to be loved by the selfless, to never voice your thankfulness to the universe whom provides.