Dunkirk

I try so hard to make it work.
But wind up feeling like the French at Dunkirk.
I have my ups, I have my downs.
In the end I just go round and round.
My life feels like a roller coaster,
Lots of hills and lots of valleys,
Leading me everywhere and back to go.
Is this where I want to be?
Am I being true to me?
My mind says give it up
Yet my heart says wait and see.
Do I go or do I stay?
Do I give up or enter the fray?
Some men say follow your heart,
But do I want that broken?
Two roads diverged in a burg, and I -
I want to take the one which, when traveled by,
Will make all the difference