Too early to be morning

Too early to be morning - night has not yet passed away. The blind clock face could tell me how long darkness means to stay, But now I need no answers, empty questions will suffice, like life's mysterious card tricks and perpetually rolling dice. Feelings come and feelings go just as softly as they came, Conviction's turned to fiction and yet nobody's to blame, So not knowing the outcome let us roll our dice and play; Too early to be mourning what has not yet passed away.