Old rivers meet where new coins flow,
And seeds of change begin to grow.
Bitcoin leads, but the path is unclear,
While altcoins wait for courage to appear.

At eighty thousand, the ground must hold,
At eighty-four, the gates unfold.
To eighty-eight, the bulls may climb,
But price must prove what faith calls time.

The future builds on a changing tide,
Yet money must flow for hope to ride