Move Slowly, Control, Control

With a giggle, it bubbles out,
oozing color,
the truth of your thoughts

how tightly you hold your breath, bow your eyes,
unless, of course, when you loose control
just for a second, but then it lasts...forever.

Someone told a joke, poured a drink,
you forget yourself in his glance,

move slowly, hold it tight,
control, control

Didnt Expect

So you didnt expect what you thought you saw and you dont know what to do with it now. Maybe it didnt really happen. But then, why cant you stop thinking about it?

Why does it always come down to the primal?

Just when you had buttoned up everything nice and tight.