Never Returning

When you start going to the world,
never look back or go behind.
"Won't" does not do--"will" is the word,
the only right word you should find.
I also run without return.
I don't look back because I'm bold.
Anyway, what does mean the old Sun?
Well known old paths?
The door-sill that's old?
All these things you could cherish.
For these things your heart could run pettish.
But, i you ever do come back,
I have to say:
That's where you'll stay.
And just stay.

A boy runs to the world through his eye.
His head fights all those evening pleas.
He learns from a river how to fly
toward the oceans, toward the seas.
He learns from millions of sparkling stars
to reach the sky, to gleam and shine.
He learns from roads how to get scars
and boldly go forward to reach the divine.

It is dangerous like a snake,
it is dangerous like a shell
if my beginning is awake,
if it's always so good and well.
And I would like to run wild.
I hold my heart.
I shut my eye.
When I start going I won't look back
because I'm eager to try to fly.
I don't know where.
I don't know why.
I don't know what's hidden far behind.
I know that here--
as I cross a line,
they try to smear,
they try to bind
all that I find.

It is dangeroud like lightning,
it's dangerous like a shell
if my beginning is fighting,
if it's still so good and well.
That is why I run away.
That's why I run.
That's why I seek.
I make dawns out of the evening Sun.
Let the life learn how to flow
the very same way I have done.
I'm miraculous in a way--
when I start something I'm not slow;
when I start, I am eager and gay--
my impatience
and curiosity grow...
I don't know what will bring a new day
hidden in those fogs far away;
but, if I easily get the golden glow,
or if I have to go through the snow,
I'll always go onward and only forward.

I'll never, never, never go back.