Epiphenomenal
How do we live before we die?
Wake to fear, wake to bleed, wake to see and wake to hear
Sleep to lie, sleep to feel, sleep to heal and sleep to hide
All this living just to be epiphenomenal
Learn to know, learn to be, learn to free or learn to show
Seek to own, seek to lose, seek to woo or seek to sow
Choose to be or not to be epiphenomenal
Sink for depth, sink for hope, sink for rope and sink to death
Rise for need, rise for pain, rise for gain and rise to beat
Tip the rungs and they become epiphenomenal
Fight for more, fight for love, fight to shove and fight for war
Guard for pride, guard for praise, guard to raise and guard for time
At least you know you won’t be epiphenomenal
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.
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