Digging Through The Madness.

Somewhere down the line I got off track. I don't know where I got off track, but I got off track. I was heading in one direction and my life was heading into another direction. How can this be? You know you take one wrong turn and life gets off track somewhere in the middle. But where was that middle? I kept thinking that middle was somewhere around the time I was born. My sperm donor father wasn't much of a father, to be honest he wasn't a father at all. Come to rememeber not one black man in my family was good at anything. Other then beating, raping, cheating, walking out on their families. So I thought that was the time I might have gotten off track. Maybe it was right after I want into foster care. That's the moment I got off track? It really doesn't make any difference when I got off track, the point am trying to make is that digging through the madness takes alot of work. I mean everyday I must work through some kind of issue, problem, something always seem to bite my ass. I get through it some how. So I keep digging my way out of this madness, but each time I move away some of the shit underneath me. I find a little boy smiling with joy so I keep digging through the madness in hopes some day I'll dig that little boy up.