In Like a Lion

Youth is driven by fury, but like March it goes out like a lamb. Eventually raw power gives way to grace. The two never meet. They pass through a single individual untouched by their counterpart. One begs us to run full speed toward nothing in particular and the other is more concerned with form and style than reaching a goal.

Somewhere between birth and uselessness is a ferocious lamb and a graceful lion. There has to be.