Tired Explanation Poem by Mark Heathcote

There's a tired explanation
That's somewhere lost at sea…
That forgives and doesn't look for answers
That doesn't even care to be loved by you.
Like a fox in a hellhole sent down a burrow
Surrounded by half a dozen baying hounds
It'd rather hang its own coat on nothing
Then have it stripped soiled bloody only to pay
A hundred times more back.
And have it doubly devalued
By what others, just cannot grasp.
And internally understanding, instinctively lack.
There's a tired explanation that I have found
By picking myself up off the ground
And by intuitively looking all around
There's a tired explanation
That's somewhere lost at sea…
Anchored to a hull with no need of sails
no need for shores oars or waves
That has a billion and more guiding stars
But not a single map a heartless heart charts.