• {Begin}
    Swiftly, his hands move with mechanical precision
    An element changes, the path switches
    {Adjust}
    Heel, ball, toe, heel, ball, toe
    Collisions with the track cause a lost balance
    {React}
    Rocket forward, then flip to redo
    Pull the lever, and a world opens behind the closed door
    {Respond}
    A whirlwind of vivacity
    Quick long bounds on a short road
    {Decide}
    Fall down or up?
    Dash left or right?
    {Reverse}
    Wrong side up, floating mid-speculation
    His pounding heart and sweaty palms collide with little impetus
    {Rush}
    Almost home, past the swimming stars and dimming skies and blinding lights
    The moon in anxious abeyance, the sun in supercilious apprehension
    {Stimulate}
    Energy, motion, and adrenaline join hands and strengthen
    Pushing him forwards, spiraling towards the gate
    {Concentrate}
    Intense colors of contorted sounds and staggered flashes
    His foot hits ragged stairs that have been touched only by the subconscious
    {Connect}
    His feet still running and the background churning around him
    His metal fingers swipe the white-hot ice of an exit
    {Endure}
    Abruptly grasping the handle to life
    It turns and he is plunged into a perplexing cataclysym
    {Reform}
    His was the wrong choice, and his mistake could be severe
    Perhaps, though, there was a way to salvage his gaffe
    {Restart}