In pixels deep of greed and fear, We chase green specs that disappear. Each second a promise, sweet and bold, Of dreams realized, marked as "sold". With dreams of riches and wealth, We sacrifice our mental health, An offering to the digital gods, In pursuit of beating the odds. In chat rooms filled with market's din, We trade our peace for promised win. Each refresh brings a new despair, As fortune fades to empty air. Then comes the red, that crimson fall— A mirror showing once and for all: Not just dreams have crashed and burned, But pieces of ourselves that we spurned. Now we see our nature clear: The greed, the hope, the pride, the fear. Each candle burns a truth so stark— We're trading light to feed the dark.