The Cost


The cost is the right to have a nice anchoring bias,
grumpy faces which only move muscles to blame, not to hear,
when you ask for a gap to only hear,
about the outdated version which should still be used,
to go somewhere, to dig a pit, to sit and have your joy, 
when the hands grab your last piece of peace.

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