Term Port Clocking Time

Gate 20, my feet stay still while i watch others pass me by. Some heading right some heading left. Sitting here wondering where everyone else has to be. Thinking about their life i start to evaluate mine, where am i going? why am i standing still while everyone else is making moves. These walls hold no warmth, these chairs hold no support. im left with myself, my own thoughts, and my own decisions. i chose this life but how did mine become so different from all these other souls around me? i close my eyes to hear only sound. What do i hear you ask? culture, diversity, responsibility, beating hearts, talking minds, i hear it all. But most of all i hear the sound of life. im here...