a world figuring out who I am

Curiosity Monstrosity
In my city
Or wherever I am
That is my sin, my greed
My disgrace
If I wasn’t so picky
If I wasn’t so tricky
My judge is blind
And so are my eyes
And I thrive on accomplishing
And gathering what you hide
What you won’t tell or do
My addiction, my curse, my pleasure
And my life
I should be wiser now
Yet the control is gone
And can’t stop

Where are the breaks??!!

From the mind of Cogliostro