When the wind flows wild
Like in a downward slide
And just for one moment before I touch the ground I am free falling -
Control
Because that makes me fly, not fall

The feeling of complete and utter chaos
Like dancing in a closed room to the loudest chorus of a party song
And for a moment every memory comes cascading back -
Control
Because that makes me feel, not fall

Or sometimes simply talking,
The one in front of me making me feel like a train going too fast
Trying not to choke on my words or blurt them out too fast -
Control
Because that makes me enjoy, not fall

Control
So that I can feel the thrill without having to feel the pain

Control
So that the moments in which I seek an escape don't whisk me away.