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 All Rights Reserved
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