What is...?

I am only a leaf subject to the things of this world. I fly in the wind, resting for moments before I may be picked up again. But have I a home ever in this world? Shall I always fly around? Or would it rather be the two choices: In the garbage or disintegrated into nothingness at the end of me? Shall I be nothing for no one? Maybe everything for at least one person? I can make people cry but can I make them laugh? Will I always be the same person that really cares but doesn't know how to show it? Shall I be sweet and loving or mean and despicable as an elderly woman? Shall I come crashing down from a ceiling or rise from the ground? Shall I be the Time Lord I'd like to be? Shall David Tennant return as his rightful roll of the Doctor? Shall books be made about me? Shall I be forever and very much forgotten to the world when I pass from this life to the next? Will someone embrace my will and understanding in certain things or will only me and my face be remembered? Will my thoughts be transferred into what the world may be though it may be hurtful? What can thoughts do but make believe stress around you? Can you be what you want? You can always try. There is always hope in the hopeless, especially when you think there is nothing for you or anything around you. Just be happy with this life keep living your wonderful or dreary life to the best of your ability. Just... Try to be happy.