It isn’t about the loot

Or the fear on people’s faces

It’s all about me returning

To my most natural and comfortable state

The rewards may be plenty

Allowing me to live that ‘normal’ life

And yet, on the contrary

The appeal is in the danger of losing it all

It’s the adrenalin that surges through me

Entirely organically and through mere circumstance

Not coaxed or tricked by a bungee jump or sky dive

Pumping through my veins as a simple matter of fact

My gun is pointed at no one

It is just an extension of me

For behind the balaclava you might see the eyes

Of somebody in bliss; alive at that moment