Fact, Fancy And Fate. Poem by Shreej k.c

To give up is light, its easy
Keeping up rends you apart, its dizzy
Its worthless chasing a bubble
Bliss is to stay remote from trouble
Damn! call me genius or a dope
Its a pain clinging to flicker hope

How splendid the castle in air
Its alluring, magnificent and fair
Pleasure is even, who cares its a dream
Lets just deny to pass this concrete brim
Why to bother, learn the ropes
Its a sore living with hopes

But the poll is how long? ?

How long can we smile at the pie in the sky
the reverie, the trance, how long they take to dry?
What's the span before realism pry
coercing us to trace the ray and begin to try?
I dread we espy the hope and its too late
to discern the verge tween Fact, Fancy and Fate.