thoughts subject
to centrifugal force
whip around
like the wet
of a hurricane
emptying the center,
getting nowhere.

the teeth chasing the tail.

centrifugal thinking
gets you stuck just
like the fair ride.
whipping round
and round, in
the same place
the entire time.

not meaning to
smile but
inertia's
pulling apart
the corners
of your face.
and you end up
where you started.

at least the top
spins in a direction
wobbling with
personality and
sometimes jumps
off the edge
just because.

no the top
isn't stuck spinning.
the top knows to fall down,
knows it cant spin forever,
eventually has to settle on a side,
eventually has to make up it's mind.