Vintage opinions...

If human experience has taught me anything 

It is that everyone has an opinion 

And every opinion is different 

Some are naive, passive, and innocent 

While others seem down right belligerent 

But every opinion that finds itself thrust in my direction 

Be it aggressive, manipulative, or via subtle inflection

Is said by a voice 

So unique in its course

That its understanding of my situation 

From its speaker is divorced 

For each does his own thing

And in his own time

Clumsily wandering

With his own type of rhyme 

And yes, sometimes I appreciate 

The eyes of another's journey 

But please don't be offended 

If I submit not to your mean 

 

Be not mistaken

I've listened to what you've said

Swished it around mentally

With the snifter in my head

Went back to the drawing board

Envisioning the perfect image 

Not drunk by all humanity

But of my own personal vintage

And what I've found to be most tasteful 

What really whets my palate 

Is making my own choices 

And believing they are valid 

For my life is my own

And I must do what is best

To satisfy my thoughts 

And heed not the rest

Because it seems unlikely 

That there is a guide to this game

Sheer reason and logic

Tell me no two wines taste the same