In Airports Poem by Andy Pandy

a thousand voices fill the air.
strangers. coming. going.
each step heavy with a sense of urgency, will, and purpose.
the world is alive,
but i hear no singing.
yes, alive, but barely breathing.

a heart once vibrant and hopeful,
now but a dull hum in the ears of passers-by.

maybe apathy has aged us all too quickly,
adding unwanted mileage to our already weary souls,
and, after years of wandering,
we are left aimless and empty.

this is not the end.
there is still some fight left in my bones.
I know i am not the only one
that has been burdened by this change of heart

Awake, soldiers!
This is our final hour!
we must not let this world
be swallowed by despair!