Like the man who perpetually misses the train,
From searching the sock drawer again and again.
The kind who forgets to come out of the rain,
The kindly and amiable…scatterbrain.
I am a man some would judge less than sane,
I beg to differ, and I live in my brain.
I’m distant from you, as I’m distant from pain.
So why do I speak to you, why do I try?
Have you ever heard me? That sound was my cry.
The truth is I’m strange. I can’t bear to lie.
I do it of course. I still have to get by.
It’s just I can’t bear it. And that’s why I cry.
I smile when I do it, so maybe that’s why,
you seem to feel no pain, you know, when you lie.
Paul C. Maybury Jr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-pie/
