Too much traffic on the roads...

You can keep your indecision,
and your callous disregard.
Your expectation for the world
to play along and punch your card.

Fancy loosened feet are free,
to wander and get lost at will.
They always find a deathly trap,
intending to pursue a thrill.

Another pawn to march in line,
whenever needed heed their call.
The ones who do just what they're told,
will always take the hardest fall.

I am not one among your ranks,
in me you'll find no sympathy.
I walk this careful chosen path,
a way you've chosen not to see.