Tumbleweed

I was drifting through life resembling a tumbleweed, Encountering life's challenges at each unseen bend. Just tumbling along paying things little heed Propulsion provided by each day's prevailing wind. My vision was clouded and I had a misplaced trust My thoughts became consumed by things past tense. My armor, never shiny, was now devoured by rust Cancer was my stopper, not some barbwire fence.