Challenges a plenty
Some would say water
I need water
this is true
But have you ever tried
to live
to survive
to thrive
without challenge?
On a deserted island
chalenge is plenty
it hangs on the trees
bountiful and ripe
It scuttles upon the ground
skulking and slow
Challenge drives me
to be.
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