Slumped shoulders and quick, hurried steps Out file masses at the ring of freedom I hurry too, to the one thing I want The only thing I want Fingers carefully spin, eyes trained on delicate numbers The sound of the click and I patiently wait Feeling nothing but the beat in my chest Eyes that are intent on focus and purpose But the seconds are agonizing and I turn only to see you with slumped shoulders and quick, hurried steps Slowly understanding and Feeling nothing but emptiness Knowing that turning away from the thing you used to want Was your own sense of freedom