I live on a lonely block

Hope and Delusion my only neighbors

They never talk to one another

Something about a falling out many millennia ago

So I, the conciliatory soul, am the go-between

And am making much progress

Sometimes they loan me sugar

All-too-willingly, it seems

But I gotta pay it back quick

Else they threaten all-nighters

Dissonant music at full volume

“Is it worth it?” I often ask aloud

They reply in unison, of course