An Ode to Stella(r)

An Ode to Stella(r)

How do we know when to go to the moon?

You were my first crypto find.

Read the white paper, thought the tech could really shine.

At 11 cents, I was still on the fence.

A rocket as a symbol. What could go wrong? Yet I was still very fickle.

I was naive. 17,877,236,352 circulating supply? Market cap only at 300 Billion? Not a chance in a million.

Overwhelmed by shills, and opted for quick thrills.

Bought shit coins. Got shit gains. Felt it was too late to regain.

Even at 30 cents, I was still on the fence.

Thought you’d always be around. Thought there was time to mingle, and spend a night out on the town.

Even a quick pump to 50 and a sharp dip to 45 I got excited but got greedy for a dive.

Dive never came. You were headed towards fame.

Now I look up at your ATH, wishing I could have hitched a ride.