Similar to the folly, of placing
a small fifty year old dam, on an ageless river.
When the torrential rains arrive, triggering the deep spring thaw,
the youthful dam no longer serves its purpose.
The spirit tastes freedom, in its early years.
The ambrosia is addictive, visceral instinct consumes reason.
Passion uncontrolled, Passion uninhibited, Passion without knowledge
-- without love.
Melancholy accompanies the accumulation of years,
Matthew Arnold likened it to,

'A wild rose climbing up a mouldering wall.'
youth, love, and death, the eternal chaos

of creation and destruction.Existence

is chaos but in this inertia, chaos is beauty.
To create To destroy To love.