Somehow Clinging
by Michael Doyle

Slipped halfway down
The edge of the rabbit hole
The Cheshire Cat in his crown
Ripped apart his soul

Seeking to find a path through
To the center of the maze
Somewhere between half to and want to
The Hatter is left spinning in a daze

Who is to say what is real
In a world where spin doctors operate
In a realm beyond think and feel
And where even the innocent quietly manipulate

Somehow clinging on for this wild ride
Just over the ledge of the garden's wall
Humility spills out at the price of pride
It's all to suffer for a debt most don't recall

I am certain we are meant for more
As a believer, I solemnly remain
Somewhat twisted and no longer pure
The rusty chains buckle at the strain

Fortune tellers practiced at deception
Tell the story sold as solid advice
Twist of fate painted in misconception
The sinless savior still pays the price

Somehow clinging on for this wild ride
Just over the ledge of the garden's wall
Humility spills out at the price of pride
It's all to suffer for a debt most don't recall

(c) June 25, 2021  Michael Doyle
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