Too Much

I am so overcome
With something that could be described
As a euphoric feeling

(Perhaps a mystical, even emotional feeling)

That I better not tell anyone
In case it is too much for them—in case
They reject it

Or me
As something too far away

(As too much of… “it” (again…))
As if

I am like this delicious vagabond here
Who cannot sing one note in key
As he beams at me
While he is scowled at
By everyone

While I’m singing just as badly back

On my way to the doctors.