I am on a stretched catapult. Would you know the feeling? May be yes.
Question is would one want to be on a stretched catapult?
Long time ago at the beginning, I was a mid-sized boulder. I was taken care of by a fat being; seeing in me the potential of turning into a significant obelisk. I was well off; care & love. Time went by, I was hammered and polished, the potential may be reached eventually.
This was never to be. I have already said, in the present, I'm on a catapult, obelisk will not fit in. The wear and tear, the Kinetic phase after the near-potential-state, turned me into a pebble. Not knowing for good, bad or worse, I was comfortable on a leather pad. Another being had picked me and thought I could hit the target. The rubber was being stretched. I was happy perched on the leather pad. I realised one day, the other day. The aim is not as I wish but upon the bearer of the catapult.
Spring! To catapult me further.
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but what are u upto :P
Poetic Rathz :)
But I also like the other comments too.