A prison without walls

My minds a velvet mistress here to tempt us.
I watch the waterfalls from the rocks face.
Cascading over the memories that I can’t but let get to me.
Sadly I can’t just let the past stay past, because the past 
last longer then the time it takes 
for it to make its mark
in the first place.
Now picture a thousand pictures
that you have to pick from,
and spin those through your mind
as quick as you can 
pick em. Then put that on fast forward and try to pick
the one that makes a difference. 
I speak loud, but even 
oceans speak. Even with there beauty, no one ever
asks them to repeat. These are the 
things that make me think.
some would even say these are the things that
make me, me. But I’m sick and tired of living mad
when I don’t even know which picture it is
in the past that’s make the weather switch so bad.
Its not all bad, cause even the night has a light.
But even through the Basked beauty in a Star blanket sky. It’s hard to see
by the sea side. These are my thoughts. 
Trapped in a prison called mind. And it’s all mine.
Is there an escape when there’s no walls to climb outside.
Is there really any reason at all, when even the 
reflection in the windows Payne makes the windows cry. 
Truth be told. Even the living die. But what is living when 
being alive is just time well spent always being trapped 
inside your mind. If only the past died.