The Cycle Continues

We are fed the idea
That we know more,
Believe it all too well
Until we know all
Or so we think.
We act, on the idea
That we can do no wrong
Forget to make sure
That we preserve
What we have not touched
But do not.
We damage in our journey to create
And it meets its maker
And we are destroyed
By our own folly,
Our own inventions.
And so we are humbled.
Until we get a scent
Of something more,
That we are something more.
And the cycle continues.