Not a slice of cake, the task at hand. When the world is so loud, I tend to be quiet. I let go of things or make deals to relinquish suffering. It’s quite nice here and white birds occasionally accompany me.

I flow like water, but you can't touch, I light the way, with a gentle clutch, In wires I travel, fast as can be, Powering dreams, for you and me.

Used to unlock, I'm a key traced in light. Leave me behind? I can ruin your life.

If in control or a place far away. You will use me every single day.

Dark day of deals, crowds rush in, Red losses turn black, shoppers win. Post-Thanks rush, frenzy and cheer What turns the tide from loss to profit here?