After reading Neruda's poetry

I don't know if it's it,
if it must be. must it be?
if it is, why am i not sure
why is it not known,
why, so obscure.
Is it? or it is
I'm not convinced,
I'm not giving in. Must i give?
in-out, out-in,
wanting more, not this but that,
but wanting more of this too.
I don't know if it's it.
But who else would
Only me
only me asks, and only I must answer.