Sweet spinning top

A top hits the table,
the forceful first spin sending it into a fearless frenzy
tip to wood gliding intimately against one another

yet after the initial pull
it finds fear in every second later
it may crash down hard against the once supportive table
perhaps to the ground, out of control and losing it all

Now every dizzy moment is spent
anticipating the end

bumping roughly against guiding hands
held up by the wooden table
threatened by the edges

hug onto those corners for dear life sweet spinning top
for any mistake could spell the end