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Ok, so I basically hate this poem. What should I change, or should I just start over?
Nomad,
Move, eat, survive.
Where does the soul go
When the body goes cold?
Is their something more
Beyond our earthen world?
These questions do not
Enter our minds.
Survival takes precedence;
It drives all other thoughts
From my mind.
I am always locked
In combat with my eternal enemy,
Hunger.
It follows me always;
Waiting until I am
Frail,
Old,
And weak.
We are the completely free,
But still we are slaves;
Slaves to the prey.
Wherever they go next,
I must
Follow.
This is for a prehistory unit. Also, the first line is not the title.
Nomad,
Move, eat, survive.
Where does the soul go
When the body goes cold?
Is their something more
Beyond our earthen world?
These questions do not
Enter our minds.
Survival takes precedence;
It drives all other thoughts
From my mind.
I am always locked
In combat with my eternal enemy,
Hunger.
It follows me always;
Waiting until I am
Frail,
Old,
And weak.
We are the completely free,
But still we are slaves;
Slaves to the prey.
Wherever they go next,
I must
Follow.
This is for a prehistory unit. Also, the first line is not the title.