Sanity and the Natural World

I flit myself from limb to limb
quite happily insane,
I call to you, my prisoner
of door and windowpane,
You look outside and scowl again
as if I caused you pain,
Don music artifact on ears
to make my call in vain,
You think yourself superior
your evidence the brain,
I say to you, oh that is true
but do you love the rain,
Do come outside and dance with me
out in the fields of cane,
My calls ignored with vehemence
because you think you’re sane.