The Whisper of BTC
In the silence before the storm,
When candles flicker, cold or warm
A voice arises, clear and deep:
"I lead, while others sleep."
You chase the coins that shine and glow,
Meme dreams and altcoin flow
But heed this truth beneath the noise:
BTC makes the louder choice.
A single move, a rise, a dip,
And markets follow on the trip.
No warning bell, no secret code
Yet all the others walk its road.
Some say it's charts, some claim it's fate,
Some call it just the market's weight
But who can map the mystery,
Of how they dance to BTC?
So next time markets start to shake,
And FOMO or fear makes your hands quake—
Remember this, and trade with grace:
BTC decides the pace.
