Out of Place

My Gods are petty but benevolent. But right about now, at this very moment... Hera must be making sweet love to Zeus somewhere in the clouds.

I swim with the tide you see, I'm not like...you know..."special". I get entangled in the same old weeds; swimming along the edge, the "shallow" part of the water. I'm one of the many, but that still feels so out of place. It's a rat-eat-rat world of perpetual rat races and I am standing at the starting line, a part of it all, but my tail is in my mouth, and my money on anyone else but me.

I think Zeus will also realise soon, that Hera is just playing a mean old trick.