What Show?

Roads I walk leave a test of warning
These choices are but unending
Stepping past the petals
But, we must tred not rush
Even though I broke the branches
I walk with caution
My fire leaves still the path I see
My hands never choke such melodies
Let the chair open to the next audience
It's an encore i say,
even if all have left wondering why
This madness concludes after I bow

by Ray Barnett

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