The markets drift on restless seas,
Where whispers turn to warnings in the breeze.
Oil burns brighter than the guiding stars,
While distant conflicts echo from afar.

The sailors pause, their compass held with care,
Unsure if calm or storm awaits them there.
The helm stays firm, yet progress feels restrained,
As hope and caution move like intertwined chains.
Still through the dark, the vessel finds its way,
Not lost, just learning how to ride the sway.