Ozzy day 44 Disspointment

I don't call myself great anymore.

I can't keep my head high as I proclaim my bright future.

Because I know I'm a living lie.

Everything I preach, I fail to follow.

Everything I know is great, I run from.

I survive not by cunning and wit.

But by fortune and happenstance.

I miss being proud of myself. 

I miss feeling accomplished with my days.

I miss growing with each challenge I overcome.

I can even muster enough strength to work.

I lay in bed thinking of what's to come in the future.

While my present gets wasted away day by day.

I’m letting me of the future down.