Necessary Universal Fluctuations

If I could go back in time 

I would tell my younger self 

To maintain his silliness 

To never stop being absurd

To keep on laughing his laugh

To be friendly and smile wide

But let himself mature and occupy 

More space than he had had before

Yet the world and its devices

Where art is undoubtedly inevitable 

Has stopped me from tagging its walls

Despite his metaphorical death

With lost loves and fosterages 

Of a prior life of memories long gone

Whereas mythological space-time

Becomes reminiscent in our hearts 

This altered his brain waves greatly 

Whether he liked it or not 

Which led him to no longer seek 

What he had sought in the first place 

So I will sit silently at my altar 

And pray to someone or something

Who or which may or may not exist 

To anticipate the shifting winds

In hopes that his old dreams 

Of grand romance and intrigue

Will come into full fruition through

The necessary universal fluctuations 

Leaving only one thing left to do 

To get up, dust off, recalibrate 

And do again, once more 

To feel a feeling almost lost

© Niklen 1/15/25