I am Tumbleweed.  I go wherever the winds take me.  I have no direction.

         I am Tumbleweed.  Although I get around to many different places, I find the scenery does not change a lot.

         I am Tumbleweed.  I roll.  I skip.  I even fly.  But it is at another's choice.  Left to myself, I would simply lie around.

         I am Tumbleweed.  Spirit is a powerful mover.  So is Choice.  You can choose your course, or you can be blown along by the winds of chance.

         I am Tumbleweed.  What is your Choice?