Jughead's p.o.v
A weeping willow tree, a heartbeat of tomorrow, overshadow me.
Who knew I would befall this little sparrow?
Home is wherever I can feel your love and rest in peace.
You row your boat elsewhere while I recapture that special divine connection we used to share.
A complicated puzzle describes your current circumstance.
Weighed down by burdens, you dance freely alone in the fire and hang onto dawn too loosely.
Now and again, we thrive in the valley of the living together.
OH well, everything between us remains fine although we may be disconnected at the moment.
Beneath the surface, sorrow resides even if you smile.
Last of a dying breed, you are surely fragile.
Even if you can't walk another mile, keep breathing and stay strong.
Stranded in the desert of your mind, several scattered ants, eighty different helping hands.
Dream on, carry on and worry no more, my beloved best friend.