Pushed
To and fro
Without a thought
From loft to loft
Tossed
Side to side
With no concern
Nor hope of return
Shoved
Here and there
As fate's hands please
As a violent breeze
But before you come ashore
To something you might abhor;
To find someone you might adore
Just hold on like never before
And resist, resist, resist.
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