“Bitcoin, the new gold,

A currency without roots,

Yet so much power

We trade in symbols,

Digits on screens, not in hand,

A game of our own.

Is it real, this wealth?

Or just a digital dream,

A fleeting mirage?

Perhaps it doesn’t matter,

In this world of absurd play,

Where meaning is lost.

We grasp at illusions,

Hoping for something to hold,

But find only air.

In this mad carnival,

Bitcoin is king of the ride,

A strange kind of hope.”