Digital wallets breathe…
Restless tides in glass and code.
Surging, crashing.
Up today, down tomorrow.
Never still.
We’re strapped in,
White-knuckled on the ride.

Crypto spins through the week,
A fevered rhythm shaking the globe.
Japan hoards Bitcoin like gold in a vault.
India carves tax lines deep into the sand.
Europe chases rules,
Trying to trap lightning in a jar.

Once, it was whispers in the dark…
Code in the hands of dreamers,
A secret game for the wired few.
Now it’s pounding on every door:
Tokyo, São Paulo.
Your pocket. My palm.

It’s not just money.
It’s motion, velocity, a language of trust and risk,
Spoken in every tongue and corner of the map

Crypto is not coming; it’s here.
And the world leans in to listen.