Poetry

Echoes in the Feed

I scroll through echoes, threads gone cold,
Bright usernames, once brave and bold.
The memecoins dropped, the jokes grew thin
What happened to the fire within?

We built a home on chain and word,
In every cast, a hope was heard.
A sergeant’s take, a builder’s dream,
Now lost like bits in someone’s stream.

I miss the noise, oh now we have $noice,
The shared belief in stupid things.
We minted feels, we forked our fate
But even wagmi has a weight.

If you’re still here, if you still care,
Know someone noticed you were there.
And if you’ve left, or plan to go,
This chain remembers. Block by block, it knows.

Soc analyst :-

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