Misplaced within the Bitcoin Block
Hanging with normies seems like a chore,
Like mining with CPUs in a world constructed for extra.
They blink on the charts, they scoff on the features,
Nonetheless trusting the system, nonetheless certain by its chains.
I converse of the halving, the nodes, and the hash,
They ask if it’s “actual” or only a lure.
Explaining the ledger, the scarce twenty-one,
Whereas they get fucked by inflation each single day.
I rapid-fire details, I present them the best way,
But their eyes glaze over, their minds drift away.
Am I the zealot? The Oracle? The idiot?
Or simply too far forward whereas they observe outdated guidelines?
I do know I’m proper, and time will agree,
But I have to mood the issues that I see.
Decelerate, rephrase, soften the tone,
Lest I sound loopy whereas proving what’s identified.
It’s not their fault—they don’t perceive,
Nonetheless holding their {dollars} like grains within the sand.
But it surely’s exhausting, man—actual exhausting—
To attend whereas they be taught what I do know from the beginning.
I really feel like Satoshi, misplaced previously,
Or a madman whose warnings make me a scary mentally detracted man.
At greatest a thinker misplaced within the noise of in the present day,
Whereas the blocks carry on ticking, come what could.