Dear Wind from The End by Brooks Strause

It’s been three months, two weeks, and two days
Since I thought about my breathing
Count slow, hold, let go

Dear wind can you hold my dissent
Feels too familiar
Anyways, I never fought
And every thought leads to the same dodge

It’s too late

History force majeure realpolitik
Guess I’m on my same shit
Sing about power and how to submit

Some get drought, some get fire, and floods for the rest
Guess we kinda blew it
Thing about time is you can’t undo it
Hope with all your mind but the end of the world is here
It’s time to split

It’s too late

Let’s drive to the bougie beach
Run into the water, hand in hand
Smile at the tourists’ son
But there’s glass in the sand

It’s too late

• Iowa
• Other
• Rock
• Singer-Songwriter
• Kalamazoo