Bitcoin’s Dance

A code-born coin of digital gold,
A rebel’s dream, a story bold.
From cypherpunks to global stage,
A volatile and restless age.

It soared through skies of boundless hope,
Then tumbled down the slippery slope.
Whales and minnows ride the waves,
While speculators dig their graves.

Halving cycles, fear and greed,
Whispering charts that few can read.
A fortress or a fleeting trend?
Will it collapse or never end?

A currency or store of worth?
A question posed since Bitcoin’s birth.
It dances wild, no chain, no king,
A crypto tide still reckoning.
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