Moral support; My escape from everything stressful

Should something so truthful need fail?

Does one live with prospect and ambition?

As the immortal sun should burn bright,

and as the moon should light my way.

These feelings, these fears I have.

Should my actions succeed what becomes of me?

Although, seeing myself become so grown and strong throughtout the years...

Seeing my actions, may become stories.

And Finally living up to people's expectations...

No, not theirs, but mine.

My dreams, goals, and ambitions...

My friends who cheer me on.

Let me go forth into the world and use my poetry for personal moral support!