Untitled - Free Flow

Just a free flow poem I wrote late at night - no basic idea where it came from

Cloudiness covered before,
a city befallen;
spawns for the light,
from the grasp of 100 strong men.
Blood, sweat, and tears,
which are drawn through the years;
for knowledge leads to power,
and on to tomorrow.
For cloudiness continues,
it’s different but the same;
Which now has me questioning,
Am I going insane?