Consensus

The sky,
the sun,
the stars,
the moon.

They agreed.
I have not been,
what a man,
should've been.

They have been,
witnesses for what,
little, very little,
of what had been contributed.

Bragged,
all this while,
with nothing done,
dead; I was.

Am I alive?
What's the proof?
I have no absolute,
living proof.

It has come to,
the universe's consensus,
that I am in fact,
a loser.

Done;
I shall get up,
stand tall,
move forward.

Goodbye.