A fog of dazzling color, it’s hard to turn away.
I struggle, stumble towards the finish line,
The sweet smell of candy holds me back.
Tick tock, tick. A deadline approaches.
With a chilling breeze, color fades.
My vision narrows to a tunnel,
Black between both sides, a yellow terror behind.
Nothing, then Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
A pounding heart races to the end.
Finished, I submit.