It Was a Hard Trading Day 🎶
Whispers through the ticker tape,
Red lines carve my fate
Candles weep in neon cold
They sold my dreams for pixel gold.
Velvet panic in my chair,
My lungs inflate with liquid air.
Ctrl-Z can’t fix regret
My coins are ghosts in cold wallet nets.
Sleep comes late, charts rewind,
A lullaby in bearish time.
Whale songs hum, too low to hear
I trade in fear. I trade in fear.
