Today
By Tegy Thomas, Special Contributor

to try and try everyday, every second and fail at each turn. the head is held down and the throat is lumpy. failure is numb to ice on a cold city streets, that crack at the roads and on the pace we walk. black ice....it covers the body and head...every chance is but a chance, how many times do i play this game. the numbers of statistics...chance or fate...

every thought...second...step...crack...crack...leap over this might be easy. no no...not on this day. the cold breaks the spirit and the mind is weary. to no end in sight, it is jealous to say; think of better days.

the memory has got forgotten, but this day needs to break the mind. you see it in the eyes. the coldness, the format of structure, why this, why that...i say...it because i am. there it is...here it is...in your face...in front of you...

you dare judge...less be so kind as to determine your chance or fate.see this heart is weary and the mind grows tired...sleep on this day; as we to awake...my day will be over and i can start again tomorrow.

but it's in this second, this minute, time ticks at the cracks...chipping away to the road...a road where no one knows a map. children don't cry...just walk the path...and look up...this day may not be over today