Youth is not on my side anymore
Dreams yet to load from my analog days
Caught up in the bitrate of life
A legacy model looming
up an exponential curve
Heuristic hallucinations take flight
Missiles of meaning miss their mark.
Upscaled re-runs of the same
Intercepted by inaptitude
Shot down by time
But tools are emerging
Bridging the gap
Between ideas and ability
Sparking a reboot revolution
No longer a sandbox simulation
Overthrowing the government inside
Who said "impossible"
Who said "too late"
Who said "there's no soul"
A stream of X-pectations
Cutting edge stones
used millennia ago
Replaced by cutting edge algorithms
The antidote to my regret
In my reconfigured evolution
Dreams start to render in full HD
Prompting launches that land
Retrospective adeptness
Connection restored
No longer binary Oh, yes
An antidote to regret
A cure for the abyss
I use AI to engineer my life
The way I had always dreamed
One prompt at a time
Or was i just Beta tested
To birth the singularity?
A holographic hoodlum
In a pixilated glitch...
Coined by Nakamoto a bit.
The history of fiat
Is chock full of breaches
Of centralized power
That pushes and reaches
Debasing our money
The looters and leeches
Gaslighting people
With Keynesian speeches
Where is our money
In fractional banks?
They lend out in bubbles
And give us no thanks
Restricting our freedoms
With raw overreaches
Yes, the history of fiat
Is brimming with breaches
But now we have freedom
From theft and abuse
A better money in Bitcoin
And the power to choose
The central bank must be trusted not to debase the currency, but the history of fiat currencies is full of breaches of that trust. Banks must be trusted to hold our money and transfer it electronically, but they lend it out in waves of credit bubbles with barely a fraction in reserve.
Satoshi Nakamoto
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