So Many Moons

You arrive at a Tumbleweed,
And what do you see?
Some words, some thoughts, some dreams never made.
You come to see Memories
And how do you tell?
What was real, what was fable, what was an act never played.

So what you must ask, what you must do
If the problem of knowing is too hard to move
Is answer a question with thoughts made true
Just what do Tumbleweed Memories mean without you.