Restless?

I am restless to the core,
Seeking to find my feet,
Turning, I run from the past.
But the future seems out of reach

So touch me and call me and make me your own
Hone me, refine me, take over my whole

Inside, within, without.

Turning in circles
Around and again
Reaching for something
I’m going to give in

So touch me and call me and make me your own
Hone me, refine me, take over my whole

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