there are times i know

i meant to lift myself up on the wall

climb over to a change of climate

searching for a smile until i find it

times when it's on me

to break the ice of my indifference

but when the windscreen is fog the fuel is low

and there's still a way to go

it's sort of simpler to take my hands off the wheel

just sit here staring

to identify with pain

to find somebody else to blame

and to remain inside

these walls of discontent

so i accept the anger

like an open tab on a frozen screen

cause maybe it is waiting

for me to look a little closer

and even if i find that there was nothing there

maybe all you needed

was a little time to stir

and sooner than i thought the system did restart

and the traffic disappeared

and i wasn't angry anymore

but learned only after that

with patience and acceptance

the walls of discontent

we feel the dawn and laughter

so i accept the anger

like an open tale on a frozen screen

cause maybe it is waiting

for me to look a little closer

and even if i find

that there was nothing there to learn

maybe all he needed

was a little time to stir

and maybe all he needed