Philosophically speaking I walk against the grain in the rain of which will not refrain
Within a certain conjecture I learn the way of the day yearning to say
Pleasingly I laugh amongst the clowns in my town who paint their face with a frown
Thankfully I gain what I lack against the wall that contains my back with no rope to give slack
Inevitably I choose to win and not lose in competing against those
In knowing the philosophic debate I am never late to describe my feelings of irate
Pleasure versus pain again in the rain enough to overflow any modern drain
Look today it is not my way but I stay even though on the grass I can lay
Many beautiful scenes trapped in my mind with only one to find
Justified images intriguingly so with what to learn and what to know
Blanketed by darkness fighting any sadness laughing from madness
Descriptive yet exhibited dispelling the lost and the restrictive
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