So What Do You Think?

There use to be a time
when I was of a mind
to cast my influence
into the raging river
of public opinion

Such was my hubris
in powers of persuasion
with logical arguments
as the primary weapon
in my word arsenal

It did not take long
to realize this core premise
was flawed

Penetrating locked in minds
requires more than a quick wit
or clever repartee

People don’t wanna budge
out of their comfortable
entrenched positions

So after many years
of banging my hard head
against inflexible walls
I finally saw the fallacy
of pointless debates

Now I let friends and foes alike
rant their pet philosophies unopposed

Biting my heavily scarred tongue
for the sake of keeping the peace



About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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