Steer Straight, Adrenaline Junkie

the big they, the capital They
say something like

To feel alive, one must inch close to death

They call it a game 
but the waiting seems to me quite serious

They say the clock always ticks the same 
So it must be me who has changed, I guess
Because the last feels different from the first
Months become days in a matter of minutes
Day’s meaning changes with pace and

Long misunderstood are people and urgency
Not so rushed, just nudged into new
Not so bad, I guess

An impending conclusion like judgement from Time herself
Laces lined with
Should
Together weave meaning

Something substantial is meaning
Finality forces heavy confrontation
A long-awaited end
Stillness is all but weightless

Is there a way I can know what I have before it’s gone?