They lead with certainty, paths well-defined,  
Preach with conviction, in every word aligned.  
They smile, a beacon in the darkest night,  
Guide us gently, towards the distant light.  

Yet shadows linger where their words reside,  
A subtle chill where warmth should abide.  
Is it truth they speak, or am I misled?  
The answers slip through the thoughts in my head.  

Either they're right, steadfast and strong,  
Or it’s my own compass that’s been wrong.  
In this maze of doubt, I'm left to roam,  
Confused and searching, far from home.  

The signs they show, the vibes they lack,  
Leave me questioning the path I track.  
In their gaze, a riddle lies,  
Am I lost, or do they wear a disguise?