The trail

I feel this going any which way
Each effort is followed by three fails
My heart wants to cry,
Perhaps it already is.
A foray of questions,
A ray of bliss.
A rarity that I seldom do find.
I think I create it all,
Over and over in my mind.
But, I must stand tall.
One does not run away,
Upon entering a forest,
one can only follow the trail,
What is my life? What has it instore?
Ah but you’ll only know if you follow some more.