Ghost

Sometimes I feel like a ghost
present,
but powerless.
I drift through moments,
watching my own life unfold
like a movie I can’t pause.

I’ve sat in front of charts,
days bleeding into nights,
red and green candles
flickering like forgotten prayers.
I’ve made all the plans,
felt the rush,
chased the highs
but when it mattered,
my hands froze.

Held too long,
believing the bounce,
trusting the noise.
I watched profits rot
into dust in my digital wallet.
No exit,
no sound,
just the fading glow of what could’ve been.

Now I wander
between could-have and should-have,
haunted by the clicks I didn’t make.
A trader without trades,
a soul without signal.

I’m not here to win anymore
I’m just trying to feel real again.