Pleasures of Process Development

Mother, I tried please believe me,
I’m doing my best as you insist,
I’m ashamed of the material I burned through,
I’m ashamed of the deadlines we missed.

But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures of process perfection,
This is my one lucky prize.

refrain: Product isolation…

My apologies to Joy Division