The whole world is asleep now,
The moon slicing through the dark clouds
Of the high heavens.
Ben is awake, nevertheless,
His fine gaze fixed at his laptop,
A pair of glasses standing on the bridge of his nose.
Ben has been up for hours now,
Monitoring his crypto assets.
The market is bearish, sadly,
Prices falling like dry leaves.
Red. Everywhere is red.
Fortunes declining by half, all red.
Ben is frustrated now,
And two voices begin to ring in his head.
One says, sell, Ben, sell.
The other says, hodl, Ben, hodl.
The two voices ring again.
One says, sell, Ben, sell.
The other says, hodl, Ben, hodl.
Ben is confused.
And does not know what voice to heed.
At last, he clicks on a button.
And goes to bed.
On the next day, the bulls came and met no crypto in Ben's wallet.