too good to be true?

Too much sugar, too little salt. A little too bitter, not quite sour enough.
Too much charisma, too little charm. A little too nice, not quite naughty enough.

I thought I knew what I wanted - that I had it all perfectly mapped out in my mind. A visionary, almost a prophecy, one that I told myself could ultimately be fulfilled by someone. Well, I'm beginning to question the blueprints. It seems like they are crumbling at the creaking base, fraying at the loose ends, peeling at the crusty edges. Paying for his mistakes, others are having to apologize for him, make up for what he stole and never returned. Worst part is, they get nothing out of the deal either. False bargains and frauds, I feel more of a wanted criminal with each repeat and every echo.

Sometimes it's easier just to not answer the door. Let the chimes ring, let 'em finish their little clockwork melody. Don't forget to close the blinds, just don't close the case.

... And all the while waiting, ever so patiently. All the while, clinging to dwindling promises.