Reality Is Only An Opinion

I choose to leave all questions unanswered
To find the lost way, out of all definitions
My words may offend you in every possible way
But what is real is all that matters to me
So I know that reality is only an opinion
Thoughts constituting the valid experiences
Presented to us on silver platters constantly
Then why should I trust these or any other
When all that seems to be is so beyond me
The mind that reforms and regulates deceives
I restrict and the reaction is more dangerous
And when left to its vices, resuscitates me
What is me is not the real me, do you see
Am I speaking nonsense, or do you believe
When everything is said and done, your opinion
Is more yours than of any use to me, because
I really know that reality is only an opinion
Which each of us is entitled to set free
But under the burden of the past preferences
Our experiences kept under lock and key
Without any lessons learnt, but crying
For a better tomorrow, even if today is all
That we have to make a definite change
Life's purpose forgotten beneath tradition
And all that is left is the dust of time
To be wiped off the soul's doormat forever
Sense and senselessness coexist, in the realm
Of Being, something that keeps us alive
But nothing changes, as we still cling on to
Our shackles and chains of pitiful bondage
To break these and set our destiny free is
When we know that reality is only an opinion