Have you seen the end of the world? Towards colorful horizons my legs carried me Till they could move no more; There was no end but the quaking of my flesh.
Through life-bearing waters my arms pulled me Till my lungs could hold no more; There was no end but the seizure of the breath.
Into the blaze of passion my blood pulled me Till my nights turned hollow; There was no end but a screaming of my heart.
Across the heights of mankind's flights my mind winged me Till its wings grew entangled; There was no end but the dead-ends in the maze of thought.
From reaching the end, I was held back, From falling over the cliff, I was kept; What is that hand that guards? And yet, Out of the slumber of the known, I was shaken, Out of the safety of the nest, I was goaded, What is that hand that urges?