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I’m caught up in the fog
I’ve got my hands out
Feeling my way like a blind man in a haze
Tap, tap, tapping my way along,
I don’t really know what I’m looking for
But I keep searching
I’m like a blind man fumbling in the dark
And I sometimes think I need an instruction book
So I can be flick, flick, flicking,
There are times; I guess it’s my lot,
When I don’t understand the plot.
I’m going backwards and forwards
Trying to understand.
Fast, fast, forwarding
One day there’ll be a break in the fog
And I’ll see the sun,
But when the answers won’t come
I’ll dream harder,
Borne back to the past by memories
Back, back, back,
Steve Higgins is the author of Floating in Space set in Manchester, 1977. Click the links at the top of the page for more information.