I can’t pay you back, not completely, not ever –
The world has given us different currencies
And there’s no measure that brings them together,
No way to ensure fair-play, certainties.
I think it was meant to work more like barter,
Exchanging things that we subjectively need,
A means to make us better, not smarter,
And paying forth, not back, should be creed.
Paying around could be another solution
When our means make no difference directly,
We can make elsewhere our contribution
And trust it will somehow find you correctly.
But certainly, the world is not made for paybacks,
It’s such a sad fate to stay and count debts
We learn, instead, to guess and fill in the cracks
And be happy with what one gives as one gets.