Old Owl

You are one hundred thousand years old

You know everything ever been told

You can map the globe in a millisecond, can't you?

You are five thousand leagues under the sea

You see everything in sight

You don't need binoculars; you have your eyes

If you had hope would you feel stronger?

If you knew how would you sleep longer?

If you did not fear what you fear most,

Would you feel anything at all?

Would you see anything all?

Would you feel anything at all?

You are an old owl sitting in the treetops

Looking at the housetops, you are in the know

Watching newcomers come and go, come and go

You are all alone, cooped up inside

Cold by the fireplace's haunting gold size

You are dwarfed by your own self-loathing, ambitious tendencies

If you had hope would you feel stronger?

If you knew how would you sleep longer?

If you did not fear what you fear most,

Would you feel anything at all?

Would you see anything all?

Would you feel anything at all?

We all hide from our minds

When the lamplight goes out and dims

We all try to de-rust the hinges squeaking deep inside

Rest now while you're still alive

You will rest more in the afterlife

I can't catch you, and you don't want me to

You read those books all alone

Looking for the home you never owned

You can be whatever you need to be

Don't let that bomb explode, like in the Twilight Zone

Your glasses are still intact, you know