How does a man make himself small?
Can he pass through a keyhole and stay 10 feet tall?
When he tumbles like Alice, down a rabbit hole of blame,
Should he eat condemnation and shrink into shame?
A keyhole his exit, but the locked truth will not turn
Eat me, Drink me, then be humbled and learn.
What is he losing? What is the cost?
A portrait of power, now pummeled and lost.
His pride will be sifted, as he’s redeemed from the fall
To eat, drink and remember, a joy from being made small.