Another Important Note.

So I sit down at my table and begin another important note to say
That in this life we lead, the heart is made of a very near wild oak
Ageing with the rings of hope and the branches clenched my friend 
Dancing on the misery with a language which was never even spoke
A distance is far too far for anyone who desires to keep anything fair
Walking in line with the next civilisation who said we survived 
With a difference in perception, we see the universe in faulty dimensions
Trust in the dust who set your destination with nowhere else to go
Fighting a losing battle brightens up the energy that falls on each planet 
The light bulb lit up a story one night which put a darkened end to us all
So God stood up one day and looked at us in such a guilty way
A spark burned through the oceans when scorching it's very soul
Then every man hurts with the aid of suffering for what we lost
With the hills far too steep and looking back is like a good old-fashioned kiss
Sadly blown into another existence by the happiness that death causes
And that in landing upon someone's lap we simply fade away
With Mother Nature by our side, we are very forced into disasters
Unnaturally the water rises alongside all that tower of thought we drowned
Wishing well spoke aloud with a hearty voice like Venus
Whispering too loud when it was heard from here to 14 billion yrs ago
In the scheme of any reasonably broken pieces, just let them go on by
That when you wonder now a vision has already gone and left you all behind
Scratching at the midnight til dawn with the razor blades that cut us
Being just a normal person appears to be something completely mad
Attached are we to the robots that let us live in any orderly fashion
With the motion of thought taking control in all that has a steady hand
Searching through our galaxies for friends who have visited there before
Knowledge has an idea that we taught well with a very bad smile
Stillness in the moment where you wish it moved onto Paradise
When we asked Adam and Eve the way forward they sent us back home
They saw a bit of magic coming out of nowhere but built everything instead
Asking for no patience please when Oscar Wilde keeps knocking on the door
And that in reading Maynard Keynes we thought we could motivate a rock
Tiredness for the desires we sleep through that keep us all awake
A soul finding it's peace in this life and every other one it has to give
This poet here tells a story for who, when and where you don't understand
So in leaving just now to drink a good ole English cup of tea
It becomes a better life when you take a look back, you'll see.