I always had a thing for dirty shoes, disobedient to my boundaries and careless to choose, blinded by a transient bound and vapid for clues, and to win each time means each time to lose.
Mischievous for meaningless pleasures,
disdainful of the truth that cost me important measures, digging for fortunes unbeknownst of my heretofore treasures, and I recompensed the price with vulgar failures.
Fortifying my sense of illusions,
and replacing them with empty bottles of...