You strike your tree pose with your hands to the sky.
With a pursed, puzzled puss you’re a capital Y:
Why are we here & why aren’t we not?
Who are we really & what have we got?
Why must we go on & where are we going?
Do these questions have answers, is there some way of knowing?
Like a sapling in the breeze
In a forest filled with trees,
The wind carries your pleas
Wherever it does please.
The trees strike their poses with branches upright
Looking more than a little like giant dendrites,
Trying to bridge a synaptic gap
That’s an infinite chasm and there isn’t a map.
So, the energy dissipates into the void,
Leaving the leafy things more than annoyed.
Like a sapling in the breeze
In a forest filled with trees,
The wind carries your pleas
Wherever it does please.
But maybe these answers that cannot be found,
Provide us with freedom that doesn’t have bounds.
In the absence of certainty we make our own way;
We learn to be who we are day after day.
So, that capital Y that is wearing your shoes
Isn’t a question, it just stands for you!
Like a sapling in the wind,
Your journey can begin.
The question's answer, then,
Is simply "you," my friend.
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020