In market's maze, as goat keenly strays,
Dollar ascends, its worth weighs,
Awaiting whispers of data's sway,
Midst Fed's next turn, in balance lays.

Once rabbits, swift in market's glaze,
Lucid, Lordstown, Faraday plays,
Now snails withering in the gaze,
Meet harbingers of zero days.

Of thy wealth's nest, attention pays,
Oft to look, none to laze,
In 401(k)'s winding ways,
Lies chance unseen, if gaze delays.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur