The Question Of Being Poem by Anton Kar

The question of existence bothers me:
To be or not to be or still to be?

Once being off the track,
Twice finding myself on target -
Daily routine, weekly concerns,
Regret from month to month.
What is the way?
What is the real cause of mind?
No answer - then I definitely deny to be.

They ask and they inquire into
Whether there's something past the fringe;
They have three things for me to stand to -
Faith, hope and charity on the edge.
Is that the rescue?
Is it the reality update?
If so, if only chance subsists,
I'll turn the key and claim: I want to be.

Eternal question put the master of the poetry
And more or less it does still bother me.