Mature Immaturity (C) 2-26-2010 Poem by Zahir Kijani

The three Fates aint cut the strings yet
So why I gotta end my youth and jump off of this swing set
I’m not in debt over a ring bet
So what is this hard life that nobody can bring wet
Like fire that burns through when the Phoenix’s wings met
But I control it’s power ever since it was caught in the kings net
A vast nebula of fireflies dancing under a solar midnight
Noctowl’s city wings sheltered the mind of a kid right
Internally the 28 sings the song of the legends dream
The Dragon filled with Gold came off like none that it seems
Walk through the valley of thoughts into the vault of questions
Blatantly remain oblivious to the lies of the so called recession
The views of an adolescent is the greatest memory everybody forgets
The treasure greater than that of Black beards and the Red Barons sweat
Maturity is often disguised as serious behavioral activity
But I’m sorry but being one that has a fun lack isn’t me
My childhood is the most precious aging is too far away
So I’ll continue to hold the Knight’s and fly Kirby’s star away