What is frustration? I will just say it,
When someone says something that threatens something basic
In you that feels sacred, and you barely can take it,
A difference of opinion that makes you want to say "Quits!"
I admit that's what I'm feeling, what I'm trying to clear,
But with all the shouting in my mind there's nothing I can hear,
This tension in my ear, the flight or fight kicks in,
And my mind starts to spin, I'm trying not to sin,
I'm trying to find my happy place again, but man,
The adrenaline is pumping and I'm hot, I need a fan,
I need to cool down in ice cold water,
This vice hold bothers, I might fold, father,
My temper has got me in its grips,
And anger wants to pass between these two lips,
But before I let slip something I'd regret,
I'm not gonna let myself act just yet,
I'm gonna calm down, cool the bomb down,
Before I light the fuse and blow up the town.
I can find my center, I can regain my poise,
I can find alignment and rise above the noise
And hear a different voice, one of passion and mercy,
Instead of an intolerance that badgers and hurts me,
I'd rather be first, see, to bury the hatchet,
my clarity matters though I'm very distracted
It would be terribly tragic, and totally not needed,
If this message of serenity was not heeded
I've got freedom, and so I take the higher road,
Man I'll be the prince, and not the angry toad!