memoirs of insomnia

I can only sit here and dream
Dream of butterflies, cotton candy and clear blue skies
Dream of what coulda, shoulda, woulda
But I cant, I gotta make things happen for myself
See, I am not the type that takes things as they come
I had mapped out my path, put all my ducks in a row
Like a ship without a rudder, Im sitting here, thinking, plotting scheming
I need light, I need direction, I gotta know where I am going
I gotta do this, I need to do this!
I hope my courage doesnt fail me....