Some of our opinions are hasty
Some are not really bold
Some are just plain distasteful
But they’re still ours to own.
They’re ours to flaunt unbridled
Or carefully hide in heart
They’re ours to showcase cleverly
When you scale the popularity chart.
Some are biased, some neutral
And some are laced with desperate fear
Some call themselves opinion makers
Though their intentions may be unclear.
And then there’s a tribe, quite sadly
Who in fact, have no opinions
They’re happy to nod and say yes to all
Rather than be the cat among pigeons.
Opinions have a way of defining us
And building a thing called perspective
Have some, take some, give some
But in the end, just live and let live.
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