Once my heart was made of stone
Cold and hard, it stood alone...
Fading in the skin
Shades of death sink within...
This is not a poem
And it is long...
I love telescopes,
Unfolding the universe...
The taste of joy, so crystal clear,
It’s the feeling of a soaring soul...
In unity we find our strength,
Together we can go to great length...
In the markets, numbers soar and fall,
A dance of money, a constant brawl...
In the realm of commerce and trade,
Lies an ever-shifting economic grade...
In the world of trade and finance,
Where money flows like a river's dance...
Amidst the world of commerce and trade
Lies the foundation of our daily brigade...
The economy, a complex beast,
Whose impact is felt from west to east...
I am a traveler in this life,
Drifting through days and nights...