"Your Opinion" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
You Are Entitled to Your Opinion
Within the fortress of the skull, a sovereign state resides,
Where thoughts drift in like ocean foam upon the mental tides.
You are the captain of this ship, the ruler of this sphere,
No external hand can force a thought to disappear.
The architecture of the mind is yours and yours alone,
A private sanctuary built on flesh and blood and bone.
And in this quiet, sacred space, you hold the legal right,
To view the world in shades of grey, or strictly black and white.
You are entitled to your taste, to what brings you delight,
To favor shadows in the day or neon in the night.
If you prefer the winter chill to summer’s golden heat,
Or find the bitter coffee bean more pleasant than the sweet,
No logic can dispute your love, no formula can prove,
That jazz is wrong because it lacks a certain kind of groove.
In matters of the heart and art, of beauty and of style,
Your preference is the final judge, the verdict of the trial.
But here the boundary must be drawn, where objective truths exist,
Where reality is solid stone, and not a swirling mist.
For while the mind is free to roam, the universe is fixed,
And facts remain distinct and clear, however they are mixed.
To say "It is my opinion" does not magic truth away,
It cannot turn the gravity off, or turn the night to day.
The right to hold a point of view is not a magic wand,
That bends the laws of physics to the waving of a hand.
.
