tears that tear

bound to nothing, nor to anyone
by chance or fate, i find myself confined
within the greatest wall ever raised

the facades i keep becoming, each slinking back to the endless depths of my shadow
each one a fragment of self that never completes
the day i become truly self-sufficient
will mark the dawn of eternal solitude
yet i will not be alone
for on that day i will no longer be

for only in the illusion of being do i find myself
and in dispersion, i recognize myself whole
every mask i wear finds despair,
and in every despair, a new encounter

i am what i am not and what i am i do not see
an echo of voices bouncing off each other 
but none that listen
each moment is a new thought
with every thought enticing new desire

the solitude i seek is the one i fear
i am a stranger to my own calm
ironic how in my isolation
perhaps i am bound to this life