Sonnet of Spin

I'm experimenting with wordplay here, so it doesn't make much sense.

 

When world would turn contrary to my whim,

The gravity resolved to ground me hence,

My fixed feet remain lest I should spin

In truth, a lie which break the earths defense.

 And spinning thus, the world begins to blur

The lingered line dividing false from real.

This body’s revolution moved to stir,

The senses now incensed with awe unreal.

 Yet in this act, the twist, I may yet lose

My footing, and so faltered I should fall.

Thus lying once again, but left to bruise

With only fleeting visions to recall.

 Take heed, while nothing ventured, nothing gained,

A failed endeavor leaves the spirit stained.