Dream
When I grow up
This is who I want to be
Take a seat
And listen to my wildest dream
I want to trade
Not in the market but forex
I know it's hard to believe
But this has been my mindset
I feel you're already thinking, I will not succeed
I'm okay with it
I admit my strategies are weak
Been practicing, I will be good eventually
Understand you have to crawl
Before you get to your feet
I'm a young money seed
Planted on a fertile forex field
Will grow into a mature money tree
I know this isn't realistic
Honestly, I might not ever make a difference
But the dream is still my reference
I have to risk it.
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