I Don't Know

No no no
I don't
Know know no
I won't
go go go
to the show
to the lights
to the sound
to the soft
rubble ground
I want love
and can't hate
Want you
and can't wait
for the truth
you'll tell me
please tell me
you'll tell me
it's hell, see
to pace
to and fro
launch to space
and fall down
Where I land
you will go
tell me what?
I don't know.
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The story behind this poem is, at the moment, I'm completely and totally insane with girl problems (what else is new?) and, in my corrupt and demented thing i got for a brain, this poem makes complete and total sense. Otherwise, it's gibberish.