Addressing Intentions

anonymous thoughts cross me by like rain,
i watch, i stare, pick them up in pain.
the earth beneath my feet stands still,
the wind above keeps its normal fill,
then when do these tear through my mind?
the thoughts of some other,
hatred for time..

keep your moderate ways
fucking thier eternity.
the thought is now,
not forever as you said..
before you breathe it,
the time would have passed by,
and nostalgia would stand,
holding bits in its crime.