Mental  Overexposure

All too soon the spaces
around my mental oasis
has become a cacoon
bedding me down
inside my thoughts...
against my will
forcing me to replay scenes
from my past
Like a photograph that stands still
Almost as if
Im walking backwards into my future
Memories with razor sharp tips
Laced with Novicane...Numb
me into submission
As my soul repeats another rendition
Of "Yesterday... all my troubles seemed
So far away...Now it seems as though there here
to stay... Oh I believe in yesterday"
But wait...yesterday wasnt really all that great
In fact...yesterday is the reason I have so much
shit on my spiritual plate...
I think its time for me to scrape...
Some of that old shit off.
Some how I must make the mental dat tape stop
So I can do simple things like find my keys
Or remember what I walked into the kitchen for
I need to have a meeting with my subconscious
So we can put a permanent seal on my pasts'
Memories Door....
Then maybe... I wont be so inundated by my day to day
Situations...
Then Maybe I can handle my internal aggrevations
Without over the counter or street medications
If I could just...get...the door....closed.
Maybe so much of my soul wont be exposed
what I need...
Is closure.
So my soul and mind dont die
From Mental Over exposure