In twenty-eleven it stumbled, the first great crash begun,
Exchanges broke, the market choked, critics claimed the game was done.
Then Gox collapsed in fourteen, coins lost into the cold,
Panic on the headlines—“Bitcoin’s done, the dream is sold.”
In seventeen the bulls returned, a meteoric rise,
Till eighteen brought the winter storms and tears in traders’ eyes.
Then came twenty-one’s bright peak, nearly touching skies of gold,
Until twenty-two brought fear again as macro winds blew cold.
Yet through each wave of doubt and pain, through every bearish cry,
Bitcoin rose like phoenix flame—each time to all-time highs.
A cycle built on steel and code, a lesson to the wise:
Don’t measure worth by one dark night—watch where the sunrise lies.
It’s just a matter of time — Bitcoin will go ATH again.
#InvestSmartly $BTC