Slow Down Mister Steep

There's a part of me that's hardly
For anyone to see or dismiss soundly
It's creates my channel of insanity
And fuels it with life's own inanity
To the world, it's my interlude
To myself, a burden when it intrudes
On who I am or why I have the blues
A little bit more gives so many clues
About names from the past full of dues
And situations of whom they include
Some sanity which I could use
The hope of another day to muse
about why another day was abused
and why another day is misused
Curtail the past and try to let it go
Put on my favorite song and let it show
Me another side of a day that has grown
Into another side of me that has flown
Over the cuckoo's nest with even knowing
That I was getting bigger without ever growing