In the realms of thought, where truth and fable dance,

Lies a boundary blurred, a shifting trance.

Fact and ancy, intertwined an discreet,

Inseparable threads in a cosmic feat.

Facts, like sturdy pillars, stand erect,

Anchoring reality, dispelling any defect.

Proofs and logic guide our understanding clear,

A tangible tapestry, revealing all that’s near.

Fancy, on the other hand, takes its flight,

Beyond the confines of reason, into the night.

Imaginations wings soar high, ethereal and bright,

Painting visions that shimmer in the glamorous light.

Is the line between them etched in stone?

Or does it blur, like boundaries overgrown?

Perception plays its role, casting a spell,

As we navigate this realm where facts and fancies dwell.

In the crucible of doubt, we seek the truth’s embrace,

But sometimes fancy lingers, leaving its trace.

Myths and legends echo through time’s vast expanse,

Intertwined with history, a captivating dance.

So let us not dismiss the realms of fancy,

For in its vibrant hues, dreams find their expectancy.

It sparks creativity, fuels the artist’s fire,

Weaving tapestries of wonder that never expire.

Embrace the delicate balance, the harmony of both,

Where facts provide the ground and fancy lifts us aloft.

For in the interplay of truth and imagination,

We find a richness that fuels our fascination