Post Quarter Life

I am dab hand here now
I had a second go
And I’m walking here
Dreamlanding
I, with a dusty knee
Am dab hand here now
Dreamlanding
In paradise it takes a minute for an hour to get thought outright
In paradise there is a column out of place I swear I knew before
And is this what it is coming to
Scrubbing myself into nought
Can’t apologise myself away
Sorry and sorry I’m not
And it’s all in my head
I am walking here
Yes and in seven years
‘Lovers?' to here
Look with my eyes, for in a second or a minute well this too shall pass
Heaven thanks, for quarter life, my thanks
The tablecloth with flowers on can witness this
As it witnessed it then
Let nothing be an accident, I chose this
To see how it ends
Phew, am I tired
Totally wired