Too Many Questions

They're are all swilling around in my head and it is making it impossible to finish any thoughts...or sleep for that matter.

Why do I always do this to myself?
Where does all the money go?
Why didn't I say the things I wanted to when I had the chance?
Will I ever get that chance again or is it gone for good?
Why can't I stop sleepwalking through life?
When will I ever really feel connected, does it always come in fleeting moments?
Where is my inspiration?
Why clouds when I so need to see the stars?
Can it really be past my bedtime already, but I am so awake?
What is that thing I should do to provide the income I need?
Will I ever see Paris?
Will I ever see the Pacific Ocean again and this time actually get to touch it?
How did I get myself into this mess?
Can I really win the lottery or am I just a fool for randomly playing?
Why can't I just stop smoking as easily as I can light a cigarette?
Where did I go?
Was I ever really here in the 1st place?
Why am I here?

I'll stop now before I start speaking of the water underground...