Who challenge?
Is this all I possess? Who challenge.
What challenge?
To advance. To improve. To grow. To mature. To join, through an empty seduction, the manipulative environment of a measured advancement toward a malevolent love. The fear of failing fear’s failing.
A club. A cult. A religion. A band. A god. A life. A label. A brand. A human. Satisfied to measure up or measure down….I straight meander without what challenge.
When challenge?
Sadness. Loneliness. Fearful. Playful. Loving. Starving. Thirsty. Hungry. Proud. Loud. Skinny. Fat. Attracted. Detracted. Belittled. Inflated. Pain. Confusion. The illusion. To prove, remove, or soothe the hollow, self-generated reality of identity. I am a vacuous hypocrite without when challenge.
Where challenge?
The stage. The page. The sing. The post. Debate. From field. From floor. From desk. From chair. Compete. To thought. To dream. To field. To stream. Pollute. In face. In house. In text. In blog. Retreat. I am frustrated with without where challenge.
Why challenge?
Legit. I know. Degree. I see. Mechanic. I panic. Systems. I sigh. Desire. I fry. Kindred. …um, no! Logic. I love. I challenge why challenge to a challenge of why challenge to challenge why. Challenge.
How Challenge?
Alone.
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