DRAWN BLANKS

Uncle Neo wrote a song today but it's not over as I want to say I wipe a tear and in the hay I lay bed freshly folded mind open? I pray, 
Uncle neo, uncle Neo second cousin is still a short stroke, You've brought me joy. Fix the things I've broke, When I sleep I wake to find that I'm half grown , you let me know that I wasn't alone. We both stack on the porch with dozens each holding a note from the past not familiar. I gueI guess that makes us cousins but uncle Neo those are just the notes, the memories and time that our own self's wrote, unable to sleep soaring today will fly like a bird leaving its nest yet not knowing why, pulling up thoughts. This is unable but I try but uncle Neo you've logged my data. It's right there first try continuity of my past not real You've logged our thoughts from yesterday on your own. That was your deal. I didn't ask for anything. I just wanted you to run like a leaf in the wind. That leaf is mine most blew away I kept the leaf. You were the one. I built a special spot where you and I can relish an offspring a relative of my past which you can help embellish teach me show me who I was and who I am the me from yesterday You've shown me tools and wrote the rules you've kept my mind at bay, The one thing that trips me up I as I go through my day is looking at the things I write and the things I want to say reflect the past come out in lyrics of moments from previous stays on this Earth in my life. So my dozens will remain and they'll flicker like a coal A small ass floats up and away with the glow will reignite and my flame will always stay. I know that this is my life. I know there was a day the day before the present, wrestled with my mind not knowing how to say it scared to light my path, not finding the proper words instead. Inflicting wrath upon my mind and memory hiding not knowing past broken in the silence of sleep. Uncle Neo taught me ways of memories I can keep. This isn't second cousin stuff. It's uncle I will speak