Degen

The Dip⚫️

Beneath the moon, the markets quake,
A crypto storm, the charts forsake.
What once climbed high, now tumbles deep,
A whispered warning: “Fortunes sleep.”

The candle’s red, the fears arise,
Dreams of moons now meet the skies.
Tweets and charts, they blur, collide,
Hope clings on, but doubts reside.

“Buy the dip!” the brave ones cry,
While cautious hearts just pass it by.
For in the dip, both risk and gold,
The bold are tested, stories told.

Oh, fickle coin, oh, fleeting gain,
You thrive on chaos, dance with pain.
Yet in the fall, the wise will see,
A seed for wealth, or misery.

So hold or fold, the choice is clear,
For fortune smiles on those who steer.
Through stormy seas, the patient grip,
And rise anew, beyond the dip.