Standing in My Way

They're standing in my way, but I go on,
Mistaking disinterest for decadence,
Hard-heartedness for mere insouciance,
Regard for subtle sneering, dusk for dawn.
I'm pretty sure the threat of death is gone,
But we're still left with blank intransigence
As logic fades to insignificance
With them. I watch them. They stifle a yawn.

I'll move, but maybe I won't walk too straight:
They won't want me escaping, not this way,
But once I'm walking, they can't make me stay.
Solvitur ambulando. "You ingrate!"
They'll shout at me, but I'll say I can't wait,
No, even though they're standing in my way.