Day 10


Strength and vulnerability. Interesting bedfellows.

Definitely makes for interesting poetry and late night dorm-room philosophical fodder.

Self realization can be a life-changing moment. It can be the trigger that launches the next phase of your life. And when you’re ready to come clean with (and forgive) yourself, it’s much easier to open yourself up to meaningful relationships.

Yes, life can be incredibly stingy with time. Still we often fritter it away. 

And it can take a lot of time to realize that there actually can be strength in vulnerability. 

And with time being as limited as it is, it’s good to learn that while it can still count.


“I claim no misapprehensions of what I am.

Written by Andrew Roman and Robert Steel

Produced by Elm Treason

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Realm Tones Music

The final song (or better yet, the final voice)  of our journey takes us to a proverbial fork in the road….. or rather,  a fork in our lives. Yes, this specific leg of the trip may be at its end, but there’s a whole lot of “next” waiting ahead. “Here we are at the fork now. Care to come along?” That’s what we’re asking:


(Listen now. Take it!)




Nod to the day like a pen takes to a page when it’s time to write.

Sight with sound, foot tastes the ground where how meets why.

Down and off from fragments of cross where the outraged thrive,

I’ve saved a space for you here at the fork of my life.

And time don’t care, the little it spares is just a flash, a ripple.

This slice right here is fine. It’s fine.

I claim no misapprehensions of what I am – 

A life lived in spirals and jungles by my own hands.

But these hands are mine, blemished and fine, and now I’m untied. 

And now I’ve got this hand here that’s free at the fork of my life.

And time is cold, what little it doles is just a flash, a ripple.

This piece right here is fine.

Morning’s hand fell on me. Felt like it went on endlessly. Felt like it went on just for me.

On and on and on until I was gone to the fork of my life facing me… facing me.

There at my feet, the place it should be, like shaken rain,

fallow and foul, face to the ground lays all the blame.

I see it now, can’t tell you how, but I think I’m knowin’ why.

So, I’m just asking clear, would you like to be here at the fork of my life.

And time don’t care, the little it spares is just a flash, a ripple.

This slice right here is fine. It’s fine.


Bobby goes in deeper about his approach to this song.

Andy delves into the song’s inspiration and Bobby’s contributions.

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(Spoon them)Dollops and now Fork of My Life…next we need a song about cutlery! All kidding aside, what an intimate look into the mind of Andy, what an awesome ride! Beautifully written and performed but I expected no less. Very reflective, something we all can relate to. Sad to see our journey end (until the next Elm Treason album) but very satisfied and excited to have been part of this. I said it before, I’ll say it again…Best Elm Treason album yet! Thank you Andy and Bobby for sharing your hearts and souls with us all! Peace out.

Craig Hecht

Beautiful job guys, Andy, your lyrics just get better and better. Keep thinking you guys gotta write a song called Spoon In My Soul next though……LOL!!

Ellen Hakaka

Thanks Andy and Bobby that sure was a ride well worth taking, have so enjoyed the whole process of the making of your great new album…the little insights have been just so much fun to watch….A big cheers fellas that was awesomely well done….

Vincent Peteroy

Instant classic…..
Brilliant sound and style
Bravo 👏🏻 Bravo 👏🏻

Domenic Panetta

What a great listen this album was, guys! Your website is an incredible treat. I loved listening to the great music it contained–you two are very talented– and EVERYTHING you had to say about it. Immensely enjoyable and, for me, educational. Congratulations and looking forward to more, beyond the fork in the road!


i was captivated by this song from first listen. In my humble opinion Andy’s writing is on the same level as Paul Simon, Jim Croce and John Denver. I’m glad I was a part of it. The mandolin just floats and intertwines with fingerpicking guitar, and the double reeds gently hum and dance around Andy’s vocal (i was inspired by the finale of Beethoven’s 9th when the bass is singing solo; there’s a little oboe doing a joyful jig around the vocalist’s notes).If there’s a Realbook of folk , this song may very well end up in it. And rightly so.

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