An endless group of people telling me everything's real and nice –

In realm of tangled thoughts, confusion thrives,
Illusions weave their threads, truth obscured,
Soft voices whisper lies, each word contrived,
Guiding astray, their plots unseen, unheard.

Distractions twirl, a dance in mystic trance,
Guiding minds adrift, where senses roam,
Voices like a fleeting dream, they enhance,
Facts veiled beneath, concealed in whispered foam.

Their honeyed words, a labyrinthine game,
Where truth's elusive grace is veiled in sighs,
Promises entwined in hearing, without name,
Clarity succumbs to their artful ties.

Genuine and kind, they lead with grace's dance.
You have been deceived.

Yet midst the enigma's hold, truth still gleams,
A spark of light that pierces through the night,
Whispers lose their grip as daylight streams,
Chaos disperses, truth emerges in sight.