Time passed and the boys legs forged and tempered by the blacksmiths workmanship straightened . The harness and bindings no longer required .  he was sent to school were he was taught the laws and rules of God and society. The rights and wrongs, what it meant to be a good person and what sort of a life he should live .  The boy grew into a young man the fetters of his childhood long forgotten yet the turmoil of bondage echoed invisibly . Shy , withdrawn and easily co erced . He allowed others to make decisions for him and like a wild animal which has been caught and forced to domestication, the spirit of individuality tried to break its bounds. Alas however this could not be allowed so he was apprenticed to the blacksmith and worked without love for what he did ,his heart not knowing what his soul sung for. He once more withdrew to his dream worlds and through stories and legends he lived life differently to the labours that chained him .

 One day he caught the eye of a young lady looking for a husband  .Someone who would give her children and stability and work hard  for her and his invisable harness called to her. So once again the young man allowed his spirit to be controlled and cast away his thoughts of escape and unsung songs .Children were fathered and this brought love and happiness for a while.  

However time moved on and after many years of long hard hours worked to keep his family whom he loved  , the harness long worn became frayed and unserviceable and  began to fall away . On seeing this his wife  went looking and found another harnessed beast to tie her reigns to and before he new it cast him into the wilderness. 

At first he found himself in a world of darkness his only light the glow of the forge. So he worked by day and wandered by night seeking that which eluded him .  Until one day he came upon a witch who taking pity on him released him from the invisable steel and leather shackles of his youth  and shone moonlight on paths yet unexplored. He learnt how to laugh, dance and most importantly to sing his own song.  

“I am Eduardo and Iam not” he sang as we returned to the log. 

 With a flash he vanished and left me sitting. I stood ,stretched and with a flick of my pony tail and  a swagger in my walk I continued on my path singing as I went.