Hazy Mornings

I found myself traveling again with my backpack full of last night's nightmares,
These dreams that seem to hinder me from realizing reality.
I feel the need to confront them and ask why they torment me,
But we, as people, are cowards and I am no better.
This ride seems longer than it should be,
But then again, I'm stuck in my mind trying to sort this out.
I'm trying to find the meaning behind the images,
Look for a conclusion to this hazy morning.
The conclusion is, fight for who you need to fight for,
Love means sacrifice of things that aren't as important.