Fifteen fifty-five(1555)
(Opinion)
Opinion is an onion,each layer you peel,tells stories of tears,the next may give stories of sobs and the next may speak of irrations and vexations.Opinion had ideas,it had fine methods,it had great figures and facts,sometimes farce.
Opinion maybe sound,it maybe funny,it may look bizarre,it maybe faithless,it maybe featherless,even weightless ,needless and useless.It's called opium- onion for a reason.
Fifteen,fifty-five was a very long time,i wasnt there and sure you werent there too.But opinion never fades away,it never dies,nor wanes of its beauties,classes and crasses.
Everyone had it beautiful untill it hits a rock and passes out.Everyone knows exactly how it should be done,untill it couldnt be dawned.Opinion is free,thus everyone had,even opium had opinion like a layer of an onion.
It may sound strange,it may look funny,it may look nice,sometime nasty,the other time it cat walked into great places without breaking ceilings,some other time it danced through hell,this time it lived in the mouth of everyone who lacked courage to work hard and toil the hardway
On the slippery ground of opinion,many had died,many have lost loved ones,many have fought needless and useless wars,many have idled away like a whirlwind winds being driven by imagery winds.
Opinion maybe sound,it maybe funny,it may look bizarre,it maybe faithless,it maybe featherless,even weightless ,needless and useless.It's called opium- onion for a reason.
Many have lost confidence on the very table where decisions are born.Many have cried to stupor on the wall of weightless freight that wasted away in a haste.
Opinion maybe sound,it maybe funny,it may look bizarre,it maybe faithless,it maybe featherless,even weightless ,needless and useless.It's called opium- onion for a reason.
Many binge on opinion like opium,many smoke it,many swallow and slip on it soberitily,voluntarily.Some inhaled it,wail and wasted away like a waste.While some flight and freight like a feather at the mercy of the wind.
Opinion is opium if t'is not lifted on the arms of actions.It may slip away from the tongue of a fool and cause a chaos.It maybe born the table of a wise counsel to cancel cancerous curses and causes.
If you live on the opinion of others,you will get high on the opium of hopelessness and faithlessness.Listen to opinion count numerically,look them figuratively and crosscheck them aphabetically and listen lyrically.
Opinion like an onion,look each layer carefully,it may look like an opium,dont get high on its vibes,Opinion is like a storey,dont let it live in your head rent-free.It may task you,but dont let it axe you like a tax.
Opinion maybe sound,it maybe funny,it may look bizarre,it maybe faithless,it maybe featherless,even weightless ,needless and useless.It's called opium- onion for a reason.