Running Blind

I need a way for my life to steer. The direction is translucent, reflecting clear. I have not yet found any place to go. But I never did want anyone to show. My own chaotic trip is my blame. Perhaps it is time to put into frame. Flowing foward, moving ahead. Looking for a place for my skin to shed. I wanted to make it all on my own. The path I am taking has never been known. I'd retrace my steps and look behind. But the trail of life has no rewind. So I'll keep searching for some place to find. Even if I know sometimes I run blind.