This We Have To Know Poem by RIC BASTASA

we sow seeds
but we never come back
for the future fruits,

that is not the reason
for our sowing
we sow the seeds
as we travel along
the paths of our pains

we may have sown
the confusion and those
that follow us always wonder
where we are heeding

we are heeding to a place
we have never been to
so how can we ever know
oh, we too follow

the beatings of our heart
as we fall part by part
as we keep on the start
always carrying that dart