To Trade or Not to Trade
Hey I took a trade today
I sit and watch it with dismay
Will the plan follow as I have laid?
Away you indefinite penny arcade
The stench of fear invades my being
Wondering if what I am seeing
Is solid as I think it is
Confirmed or antithesis
Time to jump out its changing it tune
For that trade is not following the phase of the moon
How can I be an entrepreneur?
If I am uncertain and never am sure?
I just sit and watch and waiting for it
To be perfect and beyond just a base hit
How many days of innings I miss
As I avoid being unsure and live in abyss Like looking up from a valley decided and convinced That I will find that place of sureness Without having to wince
As I stay attached to playing a sure thing I will not be trading, instead I am aging With bare knuckle grip that certainty is there And waiting forever for a trade with no repair
All I have done starts with a goal
And I finish it with confidence and control But with trading the idea of working hard And not getting paid has left me scarred
The art of being, not doing, really works well In that moment all is possible, then I trade well The fight within me needs to let go And feel my feelings with knowledge that I won’t know What’s going to happen and go with the flow Not knowing is trusting that I can follow the road With the pleasure of being with presence that bodes