Fact or Fancy, a dance of the mind,

Where truth and imagination intertwine.

A tapestry woven with threads so fine,

Unraveling mysteries, seeking what's behind.

Fact, the pillar of rationality and proof,

Grounded in evidence, resolute and aloof.

It stands tall, unwavering, firm in its stance,

A beacon of reason, truth's sacred expanse.

Fancy, the flight of dreams and desire,

A realm of wonder, where fantasies inspire.

It paints vivid pictures with colors unknown,

A canvas of imagination, uniquely its own.

Fact, the compass that guides our way,

Leading us through the night into the day.

It unveils reality, with its unwavering light,

Dispelling the shadows that cloud our sight.

Fancy, the spark that ignites the soul,

Fueling creativity, making us whole.

It dances on whispers, in the poet's verse,

Breathing life into dreams, breaking the curse.

Fact or Fancy, a delicate balance we seek,

To navigate a world both humble and meek.

For truth without wonder is a barren land,

And dreams without grounding, a castle of sand.

So let us embrace both Fact and Fancy,

For they coexist, entwined in a symphony.

In this grand tapestry, they find harmony,

And reveal the depths of our humanity.