Waking Up

I am walking through the field
Feeling overly filled
With strangers' love
And love that's strange.

I am kind of tired of talking.
I would just rather feel
All that has been spoken
In silences between.

My energy is wasted.
I cannot be contained
While those desiring clarity
Are only half way there.

I will retain my distance
And shout on demand.
I may be an enigma but then I've always been.
To me and some of others, thus nothing will reframe.

I am walking through the forest
Overwhelmingly concerned
Such life, it speaks so loudly
It's thy ear that's been closed.