Miles to go before I sleep

Endlessly every time I think: Finally I am the master of my life. There are always some unpredictable reasons then I make a slip, then the life I want seems so far away again. Don’t get me wrong: I am a person with strong faith. Most of the time I can bear the life just fine and I’ve been through more downfall than average people in this age. But this time I just hope things is going to be a bit more promising than it is. The road is winding and the mist is deep. I just want some guidance from above.
This poem utterly grasp how I feel.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.