Monoliat

My life has just begun but already i'm a machine, churning out a new
lie every day.
I wake each morning in anticipation of what the day will bring, but my
last goodbyes are always filled with regret.
As I sit here, my heart filled with the love of the things I never had
time to state,
I look behind my eye to the void with which I associate my own
personal happiness

I meet people in the street, but my dull and controlled conversation
hides the real dialogue spinning in my head
I weigh up the chances of a breakthrough, but in the end I remain
stalled, hidden behind the same wall of uncertainty which I call
Myself.