Clueless

Is this you in a nut shell?

Wandering clueless in this barren mind.
Switching from thought to thought searching
Searching for a direction, a beacon of some sort,
To aid me, to facilitate my journey, my
quest for that one train of thought that makes me who I am
So many unopened doors still left.
Long have I been searching, and longer still do i have left.
I guess that's why we're given a lifetime to find ourselves.
Sometimes it's not long enough.
Sometimes it's too long.
What is it for me?
I'll let you know when I'm not walking around so clueless.