Not here

Ears don't listen, eyes look away.
To keep their conscience clean and clear.

They don't try anything to make me stay.
I want my own ship of which I can steer.

For the few who hear, I will be okay.
To others, I am only the sickened deer.

But, not even you can make me stay.
The light is there, so close and near.

They will not cry, though you may.
They'll keep throwing parties, drinking beer.

I will not stay, no matter what you say.
You follow me everywhere but, please, not here.