Feb. 4 at 5:16 PM
$SRXH
Coins and candles, charts align,
Volatility bend to discipline mine.
Not by hope and not by fear,
But by structure clean and levels clear.
Bids grow teeth and sellers tire,
Momentum builds like hidden fire.
Weak hands shake and strong hands stay,
Risk is trimmed, I live to play.
Tape turn green, pressure fade,
Let patience sharpen every trade.
Not revenge and not despair,
Only edge and proper care.
If it runs, I ride with grace.
If it drops, I cut with pace.
Luck may whisper, skill will steer,
I trade the now, not hope nor fear.
So let the spreads grow tight and true,
Let setups form as breakouts do.
By calm command and steady eye,
The tide will shift — and so will I
