I swear by what my I swears

Till you be among them
The fire will keep burning
He told me
to not to go after them.

The man was visibly tired
as he kept explaining me this about them;
he only looked alive
but he spoke like dead.

I asked him:
did you fear
to betray them
or
you?

He cried:
do not do this to men
and
why ask questions of fair play
they would always outnumber
a single you.

He calmed himself down and said:
make peace with the earth and sky
and
think of it as some kind of
arrangement for you
to live and make
it a fair judgement.

I WALKED.

I swear by what my I swears
I will always be my own traveller
and
my own road.