The early bird can still make mistakes,
No matter how many worms he\'s devoured.
Unprecedency is hard to avoid,
Turning five minutes into twelve hours.
No way out; trapped in a circle,
Lost in all familiar scenes.
The door\'s being answered, I just can\'t find it,
The road I crave isn\'t where it should be.
And the freedom of time lures calm,
While a cruel mistress hides in deceit.
Allusion of time plays games with your head,
Ask the bird and he will agree...