Hardly Knowing

If the beauty is in never knowing, how will we ever understand? 

Is it stubborn of me, to accept these inevitable tribulations?

(An embittered sense of overthrowing.)

The runner sent by hardly knowing.

(The blood and dust are overflowing.)

The human spirit, underneath my flesh and bones, can be defined as: A blissful entity, patiently enduring the lifelong pain of survival.