Futures Drift Through the Dark

Tick, tick. The clock won't wait. Open interest rising

like smoke in the night. Red candles bleeding on the screen at 3:00 AM.

I watched the tape bro, hardly steady, no rush again. Margin calling soft,

whispering my name. But I don't chase the ghost, I let it fade away.

One contract at a time. No revenge in my play. I draw the

line in silence, chaos can't stay. The markets a river, deep and cold

and wide. Swim with the current or drown in the tide. We don't break

for green, we prepare for the storm. Logs in the journal,