Process Autobots

Forced maybe, it might be the only thing holding me up.

I might become better, if only this wasn't just water, no cups.

I see those trials that I know, I hate to anticipate.

Paths that point through the obvious don't shorten...

If only a short cut might slice time again as we skip to final form of heavenly bliss.

Might I just leap and pass ahead, before this course in action destroys my pattern.

Without an inconvenience, I would prefer this, but what's a future without the cliffs.

An eclipse shouldn't set you astray.

Every step that you place in order to meet your stress.

That disruption, not to be sold short, a really bad headache.

Your pace was so smooth.

If it had only held off a while.

Too late, you have been caught in the middle of it.

The mist has thorns.

please don't let the cover of this book have you slippin'.

With each defeat, you create a better war plan.

Never did you invite conflict, now it's time to address it.

What has you constricted, doesn't seem to be withstanding.

In stride, I bet stagnation bothers you.

The weight makes you move efficiently.

This wait has you progressing aggressively.

The end isn't something that is easily seen.

New skills with a second wind create renewed stamina.

That hope off in the distance is more distant.

You have been sprinting with endurance.

Realization has been adamant on forging a new way.

You've adjusted in a different creation.

Now there isn't much push back.

Pushing you forward wouldn't even describe this.

What is left isn't what matters.

What is present finds perspective.

Hasn't the last of your expenses been expensed?

Confusion slightly has provided vision.

Think that it's excessive?

The promise should be bountiful no?

Evolution with uncharted boundaries equals perfect arithmetic.

Devise a plan around an implanted product exceeding potential.

Has the beginning come to an end?

Old habits aren't that appealing in hindsight.