“The Ballad of the Latecomer – A meme, a poem, a prophecy”

The Ballad of the Latecomer — A Caution for the Curious, 2025

They gathered ‘round the flickering screen, In pixel’d halls of orange sheen, To ask once more with anxious breath: “Is now too late?” (they feared regret).

For lo! In ages not long past, In twenty-seventeen’s bright blast, The coin soared up to twenty grand— A titan rise, none could withstand.

“But then it fell!” the watchers cried, “A bloody bath!” the brave replied. And those who dared to buy that peak Were mocked for dreams that dared to speak.

Yet from the ash, in years anew, The phoenix stirred in twenty-two. “Oh Lord, it’s fifty!” then, “One-hundred!” Each parabolic climb was blundered.

2024, the halving came, The miners smiled, the skeptics blamed. And here we stand—two score plus four— With Bitcoin priced at eighty-four.

Again, the chant begins to swell: “Too late am I? Can this still sell?” A tale as old as satoshis mined, A fate each cycle redefines.

They’ll scoff at $300k one day, And curse they hadn’t bought today. Then comes the crash—how vast, how great! “Rejoice!” they’ll say, “I dodged my fate.”

And when it crashes, fierce and fast, To one-six-oh—it holds, at last. They’ll pause, still watching, lips drawn tight, And mutter, “Damn… I missed it. Right?”

For every boom and bust they see Is just the coin’s soliloquy. The market mocks the cautious soul, And plays the same eternal role.

So come ye lurkers, doubt no more, The train’s not gone—it loops the floor. Just know this law: what climbs must dip, But time rewards the faithful grip.