I´ll send you a letter from the frontline. Please send applause and some good advice. You were born with a compass, a map on your table. Tell me how did you find out, your bearings were wrong. Just pray for us, pray for sunshine. These days are cold and I´m missing you. The city is no place to lose. Ah, but I never thought I could choose. It was plain from the start, plain from the start. I was playing for time. I need laughter and love, some special drug, I need cigarettes. There´s killers behind us, devils ahead, send protection. I will drown in this city, I will drown in this trench built for us. And the only thing left, yeah, the only thing left is the running. And these clouds keep on rolling and I, I don´t know why. Take this guitar right out of my hands, I surrender. This town don´t want drunkards or singers of bad poetry. They want dancing and drugs and laughter. And we don´t have them. Just pray for us, pray for sunshine. These days are cold and I´m missing you. This letter was meant for your eyes. Destroy it and then just go hide. You´re the only thing left that makes any sense. Please don´t blow it.

( Lyrics : " Pray for the paranoid " , Mojave 3 ).

Poetry makes any sense with something left behind.