Remember the Spin

There was once a center to the world.
You could tell by the way you could feel 
Being on the peripheral.

Sometimes a little tasty trip
Could take you nearer
With smart lights and
Dangerous attractions
Surrounding those pits
So deep and final

Well, I can say that the fog has cleared
Now there is no helpful illusions
The starkness of the day is obvious
Though it is as soft and inviting
As a cinder block

The solidity and unforgivingness
Makes up for the little
Crushes and scrapes

There is a general sense of Oh Shit
Just said under the breath
Like a little prayer before bed
Except this one is neither 
Asking or Hoping
Instead, just bracing for the Hit

Behind the Yawn

A little bit of the random blasting

Saved up thoughts and imaginations

Now freed from returning

It is simplest to say

That it is still far better to Burn Out

Yet seems so quiet to just Fade Away