Choice of the wind

I am a leaf, Floating in the sky, Not on my own, But by the choice of the wind. As it is not my own will, Am I myself or just an extension of the wind, Am I really the existence known as "Praveen", I do not know the answer. If I did have a choice To escape this transitory peace, Could I triumph over the primitive fear of the unknown. Should I even try to? -Praveen