The Land of Illusion

Beyond the realm of truth,
Where illusions and lies intertwine,
Lies a land of twisted reality,
Where nothing is as it appears to be.

The paths are made of shifting sands,
And the trees rustle with deceit,
The sky is a canvas of illusions,
And the rivers flow with false heat.

Butterflies made of mirages,
Flutter through the air,
While the shades of the deceived,
Wander in search of truth they can't repair.

A portal made of glass,
Carved with deceitful symbols,
Invites me to enter in,
To the land where illusions and truth are never in congruence.

And as I step through the portal,
I am greeted by a world of deception,
Where reality and fantasy intertwine,
And the truth is always out of reach.

I walk through gardens of illusion,
Watching as they deceive and mislead,
I swim in rivers of false promises,
And dance with the shades of the misled.

The sky is always hazy,
And the sun never shines,
But in this land, nothing is as it seems,
And the illusions, always confine.

I see a clock that runs in circles,
And a mirror that reflects only lies,
I hear the whispers of the land,
And the deceits, always rise.

As I wander through this Land of Illusion,
I am filled with a sense of uncertainty,
For in this place, the truth is always hidden,
And the illusions, never die.