Some never

He listened to the music as he sat alone in the back of the room. He felt every word. “…my wheels drone on steady…” They took him back to another place. “…in the heat of the wide…” He remembered everything that had gotten him to now. “…the valley got a little too…” The close calls, the bitter mistakes, the wonder of blessings. A hint of a grin appeared as his eyes drifted off. “…some people sit still, some people go fast. Some go right to it, some never get past…” He was reminded that he would not trade it for anything.