Clouded

My brain is slow
To catch up with all the joy
Its everywhere
Clouded by only filth
Ive left a trail of bodies
In my wake
Up to ?? ??
Through all these years
About the wrong way
To get around
I dont remember when
I left the ground
There is a lot of homework
Lets settle down
From the passing storm
There are we
Two dreams have reached
Every nerve ending all
Possibilities
For a spectacular
Floral choral moralistic light