Like Erno turning colour,
Process just calling for progress,
Faces will match before long.
Some see only chaos and complete disarray,
Others a rough project,
Just waiting to take shape.
Confusion is all illusion,
Keep with the turns and twist,
You can handle the mist,
Remember you can still see through fog with a light.
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You got that light? We'll set off together through that fog then! Good write S.
I'll dig out my torch from somewhere! Thanks O.
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