Midnight confusion

When night awaits the wanderer to return,
To the mirror surrounding from above and beneath,
It peeks what he has returned with,
A bread of satisfaction or an empty handed distraction,

Heart of the restless goes silent,
When the next moment stops to listen,
To take a look how well he's prepared,
To face the moment of the midnight confusion,

It's answers one seeks for the questions unanswered,
To have a torch of reason, to feed up conscience,
To go on with ancient swords,
Where bravery shines but thoughts fear to ignite,

The path is same where everyone has walked,
Each feet has fallen where it was destined to fall,
Don't try to plan what's beyond our reach,
Listen to the call of the silence that speaks,

The midnight confusion is the game of thoughts,
To overcome the fears or to die in doubt,
Believe yourself with the faith in divine,
Being a wanderer, facing days and nights.