Poem
This is why
Bitcoin shall not die
At least
Not today for sure
For there is no cure
For the sleeper
The waiter
Don’t forget the dream taker
For we all want the gold
We look for the new oil
Ignoring the hats of foil
For we see it all
The big picture
The dream
How bright the lights beam
Inside our minds
The lines are clear
The visions we hold dear
Our future is coming
Racing
Lighting speeds
Down the paved roads
Of our imagination
We will never rest
We must pass the test
Arrive at the final crest
Paradise
