A Spinning Top upon a Carousel

Dizzy, disorientating and disastrous,
I’m swirling around,
but not in ecstasy,
Please,
stop me now,
Every obstacle’s bouncing.
Horses, elephants, double decor buses.
skim me.
My struggle, futile;
how long can I twirl before
centrifugal force
tosses me outwards?
The momentum of my own spin
will only help shatter me.