Room still warm from the noise we made
Air don’t move but the walls still shake
Ceiling gone, skyline bent
Everybody asking what it meant

I don’t answer. I don’t rush.
I don’t waste a single touch.
Every move is pre-planned
I’m still in command.

Calm in the cut where the echoes sit
Thumb on the switch but I don’t flip it
Power loud when it doesn’t speak
Tension hums underneath

Measure twice. Adjust the span.
Silence sharp in a steady hand.
No need to prove what I already am.
I’m still in command.

Let them wonder.
Let them guess.
Control isn’t noise —
It’s less.

Breath slow, heart don’t race
Fire stays but it’s in its place
I’ve seen what chaos can demand
Now I decide where it lands

Not reaction. Not demand.
Not a crown placed by a hand.
Pressure bends to where I stand.
Still in command.