Beneath the gold of markets, beneath contracts' roar,

Lie laws unnamed that govern at the core.

They guide our steps before we think to choose,

Tracing paths we believe we cannot lose.

They close the doors and raise invisible walls,

Leaving distant horizons where illusion calls.

But eyes that train to read the hidden thread

Perceive in shadow flames that lie ahead.

For understanding breaks the first-bound chain,

To read the map and chart one's own terrain.

The one who sees what's invisible in the frame

Can, step by step, become the system's poem.