It happens to me all the time--business

Goes up and down but I'm the yo-yo spun

Into the high speed trick called sleeping

Such as I am fast standing in this line now.



Maybe I am also a top; they too sleep

While standing, tightly twirling in place.

I wish I could step out and listen for

The sort of music that I must make.



But this is where the state celebrates its sport.

From cushioned chairs the agents turn your ample

Time against you through a box of lines.

Your string is both your leash and lash.



	The faster you spin, the stiller you look.

	There's something to learn in that, but what?