Destined To A Life In The Cave?

Ten thousand miles I roam  
with only what I can carry on my back  
a vagabond of my own choice  
for I have yet to find what I seek  
in fact at moments not sure  
what that is  
 
My resolve battered and torn  
with questions and doubt  
that define my human condition  
better however then  
a life that is easy yet boring  
 
The pulse quickens when  
vibrancy of feelings shut off
bombard an otherwise catatonic state  
as if I am blinded by such fierce illumination  
 
No pity found in thy eyes
as if a beast is pursued  
nourishing ancestors' habits  
slamming thought into an act of possession  
as if capture even a possibility  
and uncouth vocabulary a norm
 
Projection based on provocative attire  
Temptation of the hottest degree of fire  
Frustration in a lack of instant success  
Dedication to seek a remedy to the mess
 
The mammal dance spiced to erotic taste...