It is time to go, my child

Come my child, it is ok to depart

The boat is waiting, and the river is calm

You must leave behind all the follies of the past

And detach yourself from the parents’ images

Otherwise, you will never be your whole self

Come my child, it is ok to go away

The landscapes of this land no longer enchant you

The stories of the people no longer inspire you

The limitations of the culture, are weakening your will

So, go my child, get into the boat before it is too late

And don’t be afraid of the unknown my child

For he who answers to the call is protected by the gods

And guided by the goddesses in every step of the way

You have to walk the path, face the fears and overcome the challenges

For it is written in the stars of your birth

Go my child, before the river becomes turbulent

And starts waking the monsters from its depth

Or spitting its current against the rocks and the shores

Go now my child, otherwise, the forces will smash your lovely boat

And you will either remain a prisoner of your land or another victim of the mighty river.

How to cite this Poem:

Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. It is time to go, my child.