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