We came here to escape the noise, We built new worlds beneath the stars, Where oceans shine and distance fades. We crossed a thousand different grids, But left no shadows far behind. We changed our faces, changed our names, Yet brought along the same old games. Welcome to the museum of butterflies, Where names are collected like glittering prizes. Friends behind glass, arranged in a line, A heart, a like, then silence in time. Tell me, among all those butterflies, How many truly see through your disguise? How many remain when the spotlight is gone? How many remember your name when you’re gone?
