Too Much Too Soon

If I was some kind of neurotic,
I'd understand my plight.
But I am a woman,
in a time of sodomy and sin.
Revolutionaries blow too far past my head,
and most never stop to say hello.
I've been stumbling for blocks,
and not one has paused to tell me their name.
I am a friend to the trees and clouds,
of soups and sounds.
I love, but cannot be loved.
I am loved, but cannot love.