efram hyde {d10} cbd #2 fin

efram hyde

I long for the open fields of Ten, to feel the soft earth below my feet, and I could be a tree. Standing high above the ground, taller in a field of animals than everything within a hundred meters. But I'm not going back out to the fields. Can't afford a plot of land, can't afford to stand as a tree. I live on the street, and I'm not proud of it. I used to live with my parents, but they kicked me out. Because I had my head stuck in the clouds, filled with notes of music, not bales of hay for animals. How to reach the higher notes, not the higher shelves which held the older hay. But singing is a life that I cannot avoid. I only wish that everything can turn out, and I can get a house, and survive, without begging on the streets. But when is that ever going to happen in Ten? Becoming famous on a dusty cobble street, produce of the district being sold and bartered just next door. How is a career ever going to happen? Well, I'm going to die trying to do it. People might be good to remember my name, when they tip a few pennies into a hat. I'm Efram, and I am alive with music.