If you wish to leave, then there's no doubt
first you must look for the way out.
Then with open eyes you must stare;
just look down to meet my glare.
To remember this ordeal,
to take my thoughts and make them real,
then at the bottom, beside my eyes,
tell me where the treasure lies.
If you'd rather forget your strife
and quietly, quickly end my life
get in line, but do not pout,
Instead you must scream and shout.
Either way you're in the clear,
but there's one thing you must do from here:
say no more, come back inside,
and I'll let you off this crazy ride!
What is this poem describing?