This may be dull

This is me.
I am unavailable
Entirely capable yet
Erratically unreceptive 
I watch
While body
Never meets soul
They are body with a strength
And yet I strive to be soul
With strength and weakness
I partake in a barrier of correct,
Formality,
And seclusion.
It is lonesome
Insufficient
Yet honorable
So, might I ask,
What balances the icy hot extremes
Of revolutionary desire
To the bland pangs of
Rigid normality?
What if the answer is fear?