....

clinging onto the reasons , for my survival,
 when i noticed that i wasn't left with any,
 the bank did run out of reason ,
for  twas the best robbery of the season.

 oh! here i have one, there , one more!
no it is the mirage of  the same for adventures , galore..
have forgotten to love, neither do I  let anyone come near
 for twas the best robbery of the season, that i often sneer.


 everynight ! the same old story..
 now i laugh, i laugh to my heart's content,
 i dont try to reason the same, cry a little later,
 ahh ! yes! twas ! twas!now  i have my hollow emotions to cater.