Desynchronizing the Rat Race Time Travel

Caught between two worlds
A long con of a card game
That appeared to be a speed bump
More than a continuing spinning top
Running extremely fast around snails
Focused on their own lethargy
Setting the ground and both feet on fire
Smelling burnt dirt and feeling large cuts
In both heels along with the wear of travel
Only to realize that the trip leads to the beginning
Not the end of the rusty yellow brick road
There's no special wizard rewarding those who enter
And those willing to continue onto the next fork in the street
After such lack of instant gratification
The decision can go one of two ways: give up or fight
Time to decide which way to go that will lead to happiness,
Or the best alternative substitute that's subject to debate.