Living is a Challenge (Challenge Living)

Everything is so forced and false

set by routines standardized by the equally superficial past

which in turn is tired standards based upon prior customs,

an inheritance of manner taken on without any real thought.

Is passing down a curse really imparting wisdom

when it is webbed in a wealth of woe?

Leave your ideologies to rot with your decomposing corpse

and let me earn my own faiths and feelings as I see fit.

It all seems to move in waves, and circulates an ocean full of water

which has not the initiative to defy the moon

and sweep the shores in its own style,

letting each droplet get its chance to shine.

Instead we get the same recycled rinse

regurgitated every score, until the latest arrival

is dried up by the grainy landscape.

The songs on the radio all the same structure

with rapped verses conveyed in an overconfident drawl

which build up to the chorus, usually sang by a female,

pleasant enough to the ear but drab and uninspired.

All articulated over tinny drum cycles,

which sound like the cogs of the producer's brain warming up.

Period revival in a sycophantic plagiarism, 

or post-modernism in forced contrarianism;

even originality has lost its originality.

Your forms' structures are too rigid for you to convey

those feelings which your mind is told it feels

but your oh-so-trendy free verse has no identity.

And admittedly, even these words are guided

by history's idea of how words should be.

All the religious people in the world

apply unfounded faith into a notion that defies the science

which has been eaten up just as blindly as Eden's fruit,

but the modern day faith has slowly been dwindling and dying

whilst more people apply their trust in other concepts.

I'm not saying that the preachers are right,

but who are atheists to say that they are wrong

when they follow the 'facts' of a textbook like a bible

and don't go out to meet their own maker, whether super or natural?

More faith still seems to go into that absurd notion of 'love'

which is felt because we are told we feel it,

just as we speak in the language we are born into

but could quite as easily used another tongue,

and I have yet to feel the evidence of that eternal flame

but have felt many singes from brief flickers,

the pain I both feel and accept because I am taught

it is part of the process to finding that holy grail.

Is anything we're taught real? This can't be all there is to life,

when invention is an ever present keystone to the world

will there ever be a limit to what we are capable of,

and if so is this limit defined by nature's capabilities or our own?

I want to live on the forefront of history

and make no sense whatsoever, acting in such an outlandish manner

it might just become normality,

because this ordinary life seems alien to me

and I just can't readily accept every experience without reflection

and challenging reality.

IhmsIhtw! NiaqhaIwhothfalail, alatial. Ii?

Out.