Eternal Questions...

What d'you hold holy ?
Where is your 
Base ?
Who is your model ?
Tolstoy - Ibsen
Again ?

My hunting-gun idle
Till autumn arrives,
I languish struggling
With these and the like.

Tiresome, damnable,
Long out of fashion,
Naive, infantile
Eternal questions.

"Love thy neighbour?
Sing glory to life?"
And what if I'm unable
To sing or to love ?

"Protect the weak ?
Contain the strong ?"
What if I can't ?
What if I won't ?
What if away from
My pathway I've wandered ?

I probe a new notion,
All dogma spurning:
"What if consigned ?
Is not class-determined ?

"What if we mustn't
shrug off
All pettiness,
Falsehood
And corruption
As of the past
Vestiges ?"

I'm lost and I'm bogged,
I cannot see straight.
I've no faith in God,
And I'm at odds with Satan ?
I'M ???