The year of the hydra

A year without compromise, indeed.
Expectations growing high,
pressure rising,
waiting for release.

The cocoon, warm and cozy,
always lurking in the background.

The either and the or
insufferable companions
assuming a choice has to be made.

I refuse. The only thing I choose is openness.

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