Invention isn’t true creation,
It is only adaptation
Of, what are, the world’s resources,
Setting them on different courses,
Striving in a constant quest
To try to use them for the best,
Building up an industry
Sustained by an economy
Designed for a society
Reliant on technology.
Electronics, supersonics,
Medicines and other tonics;
It’s like living on a drug
Until nature pulls the plug
And creates a vast disaster
Just to prove that it’s the master.
So, with the blinking of an eye
All we’ve built will pass us by,
Although if we survive the pain
We’ll start inventing once again.