I Don't Know

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.