It's too early for the bird to sing, the cat might get it.

The Future is knocking at my mind's door
Making a mess of her, throwing  all to the floor
I know that the nights are clear
With blue skies
But when the mornings appear
they show me their darker side
The questions come in that morning time
Like a usual homicide
Where the bird is going to fly?
It will go away or it will die?
How the lion is going to survive?
It will eat or it will cry?
It's better stay or it's better run?
Who's got the answer, how is the code?
Morning, please, just go
Let me here or let me there
but alone.