Who Is He? (Part IV)

How much ever I'd like to agree with what Shakespeare's said (All the world's a stage) I have to disagree. I feel our lives are the ones of a book. It is filled with chapters resembling the phases of our life. It’s spiced up with characters - the people who have an effect on the protagonist. Lastly, it has a sole ending - our life's destiny.
There's a chapter in every book which may be difficult to move on from, because we've been attached to it greatly. We get attached to it so immensely that we do not want to move on. Turning the page and ending the chapter gets you close to your ultimate ending. Parting with a character in one of the chapters in the book of life may not be easy, but is necessary for us to move on.

He patiently awaited the future letter,
Sat by the sea thinking, things would get better.
Still so restless. Who is he?
The world's based on a single lie, don't you see?

The lie which make you cry,
The lie which makes you sigh,
The lie which makes you ask "Why?!”

The lie which lifts your faith,
From the goods of life.
The lie which make you fail,
The chapters of life.

The lie that keeps you waiting.
The lie that keeps you from hating.
The lie that keeps you eager, for the chapters ahead.
The lie that keeps you from, wanting a character dead.

In this book of life, hope is such a lie.
The lie that makes him believe that he'll know "Who am I?"