Slaughterhouse - Slow Gherkin

Fourteen years of cynicism, boredom and anxiety

Fourteen years of thinking that my teachers were all dead against me

If there were two versions of me separated by five minutes

Elder twin would look upon me, shudder with embarrassment

Every time I scrutinize this truth it slaps me in the face

Reminding me my righteousness will now and forever more pervade

Fourteen years resenting peers and thinking I could rise above

All my truths dissolve before me-

All my truths except for one

I accept.

I detest

Oft I try to find the place where all my contradictions blend

Though all that I have thought- will think-

Then blink and I’m a freshman again

If there were two versions of me separated by five minutes

Elder twin would look upon me, shudder with embarrassment

Tomorrow’s here already.

It’s gone