Idaho - Clouded

My brain is slow to catch up with all the joy
it's everywhere
clouded by only filth
I've left a trail of bodies in my wake
up to ?? ??
through all these years
About the wrong way to get around
i don't remember when
i left the ground
There is a lot of homework
Let's 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