Am I above the rest I see?

This world exists through only me.

My mind, my truth; yet am I free?

Or chained by laws that disagree?

Each word I speak, each cloth I wear,

is judged by standards thin as air.

No soul can prove these rules are fair,

yet still they bind me everywhere.

The state has robbed my honest hand,

it steals the sweat on which I stand.

What’s mine is theirs on their demand

inflation eats what I had planned.

If time is money, worth and breath,

then time devalued feels like death.

I work, survive, yet fail to thrive,

just counting days to stay alive.

But then an unseen mind arose,

Satoshi’s gift the system chose:

a chain of trust the ledger knows,

a freedom only Bitcoin shows.

My keys, my coins, my right to spend,

a sovereignty that will not bend.

No crown, no thief, no hidden hand,

can steal the value I command.

For hard work yields no lasting song,

but freedom keeps my spirit strong.

My time, my sweat, my destiny

now honored in eternity.