Is this poem depresing? i just made it is it good???

is there a difrence betwen love and pasion? do both meet at the top of the mountin? if they do i ask my self millions of times but get no anser. why im still stuck in the vally floating farther and farther into the stream.. away from the top. seems like love has not grown into the buaty it should, but turnd into the desire one regrets once reached.. does lust involve its self. or does one welcome it into our lifes? a young man, me, has made many mistake in life and been truly remocfull, in regret let my self be caried by the stream farther and farthe away from my dream. is this a mistake? should i try to stop and climb to the top. i cant, can a mistake be stoped. if its already in play? not this this one. it was too late the moment i step into the stream. it ended when i lett it take me away.. hopefully i get out and try climb the right mountin next time.....