Biased to Loneliness

If there isn't a difference what is there?
A sad play with no plot
The actors aloof on the stage
No end to an indistinct beginning
Innocent silence mistaken for meaning.
A million paths lay begging before me
Naked bodies spread-eagle in waiting
Lustful eyes daring and reproachful
Soft hands so eager to caress me
Brilliant potential nestled snug in their bosoms
As I sit bored on the side of the road.
With each step a new journey is undertaken,

Each moment is a twist in the path;
Destiny is a shelter for the uninspired,
The greedy, the meek and the unimaginative;
This word has no place in adventure,
The two are of separate worlds;
So don't tempt me with fate or fulfillment,
For I can taste a quiet death on your tongue;
There is no stronger emotion than desire,
And no greater need than a goal;
When all else about you is silence,
Be not afraid to strike the first chord.
My tears are those of indifference,
My fears are those of the lost,
My sadness is a quiet relief,
My happiness a fleeting pastime.
Without dreams we have nothing,
Our hopes define our being,
Reality has no time for truth.
Contentment is for the weak of heart,
It has no place in a hungry soul;
But I feel I should get to working,
This caffeine is too biased to loneliness.