A terminal bells somewhere nearby,
And I'm drawn irresistibly to look.
These go off in my sleep now,
Sometimes even in my imagination while I'm awake.
If it was simply a matter of can't, it wouldn't matter.
I do not respect impossibility, I would find a way around.
But this isn't a matter of can't, it's a matter of mustn't.
It's like standing in front of a locked door with the key right there in your pocket.
She is there, and I am just two keystrokes away.
But I force myself not to look, it will only make things worse.
Every time I hear that bell, I hear her voice.
I'm cut off from the one I love.
The isolation is killing me.