Where do we go when we go?
Who can we ask?
I don't know.

I know who I should
But I don't think they would
Tell me cause I want to know.

What does this mean for you?
What implications ensue?
I don't know.

I'm not a poet (don't I know it)
What am I doing?
I don't know.

That last one didn't even rhyme.
Looks like I'm burning time
By changing the rhythm
By God I am given
The words that I need that aren't mine.

So where does this leave me now?
Am I a hack? Attacking somehow?
Does that make sense
Or is it there since
It rhymes? I think you know.

I think I could go on forever.
Would I run out of words? Never.
Although I'd no doubt retread
On something you'd already read.
The rhythm right there was broken.
And I keep on breaking it.
Oops.

So let me allude
Before I finally conclude
To why this poem's named what it's named.

I named it that cause
It does what it does.
And that doesn't make sense,
I know.