The Spinning Top

I sat, perched up, on my spinning top

whirling all about.

It spun and spun without a stop

my head all filled with doubt.

The more I spun the more I thought,

I guess there’s no way out.

If this top won’t stop, where will I go?

I asked myself with fear.

I suppose I’ll always stay right here

Or always somewhere near.

I dangled my feet over the edge…

Do I dare make a move?

But before I could answer, that spinning top

Paid its final dues.

What’s next, I thought, with no spinning top?

I guess I won’t yet know.

At least I’m done spinning all around

going everywhere but tomorrow.