A curious thing

A curious thing it is

How it views before different people
How it changes in everyday
First a person with a big smile
After, locked up, trapped just waiting to fade

How it can be pure yet not
How it can be simple yet difficult
Similar to a puzzle you look upon trying to solve
When you were young, naive, little

It is a burden as well it is a gift
It demands you to give yourself up
But in the end, it is on you
To push through and try not to give up

You wonder all the time
What it truly means
Hours and hours pass by of thinking
But results in nothing that is useful, it seems

A curious thing it is
It keeps us in the dark
Life really puts us through hell
But once in a while, you can see a small spark

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