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?

The unseen realm where thoughts dance, ideas take flight, yet no feet leave the ground; a garden where seeds of wisdom grow.

I start every race, Five steps closer to the line. Invisible boost.

Small soldier marches, Across the checkered landscape. Falls so kings may rise.