En Solitario

I've paid what I owe,
my debts to no one
can now be canceled,
my words of back and forth.
Blank check
passport
and little more to add.
I know that until today
I haven't looked
even a bit for myself
despite walking
alone
I've always walked for you.
They are not summer clouds
they have the speed
of the blood that circulates
through my veins, that is
from a pond
from a swamp
it's my eternal indecision.
Alright! everyone
asks for what
is their property,
but to me, to me,
who pays me
my double portion of loneliness
(and my bad name...).