Can you really control it?

I have a big big question?? Do you have an answer>>> I bet even you with those few strands of gray hair on your head will fumble.... Coz the question is universally confusing and to be thought of and of and of till the time it becomes off...
The fact that you know everything is going right, everything fine and happy and gay but there is always something more left than what you wanted..something hiddden clitched in that lower abdomen of your body, running from the abdomen to the heart to the mind to the head making you go as restless as possible..Lot of anxiety, fun and wait for that next moment. Will it or will it not.. Standing on the other side of the terrace in the dark with the drizzle enough to put you in a dilema to still wait or go...The musical sound in the background and those eyes turned perpetually to the left to get that one glance of satisfaction..you know its right then why on the other side of the terrace? why that wait and not close to the proxmity of ultimate emotion. things are still right and you knew this would happen and when you know from the innner portion, its bound to happen.. Under the moonlight, far away from the world the anxieties collapse and the fact that the expression was mutual on both the sides of the terrace.. It was just there and right there but where was the control??? I dont know....

Not once, many times even after years of endearment and companionship with the particles around the air still seems to be changing because the temperature of the bosy just seems to be rising with the closeness of the want..One coin and two sides ,just sit behind and play the different roles of the play and you know that the reaction has a sense, complete sense.. That shiver in the body with the loud noise and loss of self, an absolute emotion of the contrast from the virtue under control...sudden expedition of life, leading to a track change and yet following the methodology of the old track and that where can you really control it?? i dont know..

Moment of excitement or may be more than that the moment of sadness, the words just seem to be at the end of the throat and eyes full of tears, no place to run but one place to confide in..The place looks empty and the world looks empty too..Devils advocate present everywhere and thats when you want it and there is no way out ...eyes all over the place , u know thats there but again the point comes to one simple question that is can you really control it? i dont know...