
Sitting in my ivory tower I churn out
Manuscripts on a subject obscure
Of which I am an expert, no doubt
My research is authentic and pure
I write treatises, travel everywhere
On this esoteric topic I expound
To the same group of academics who care
Enough to hear an “expert” renowned
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There are days when my work appears
Groundbreaking, and important to me
There are other days when I fear
That I’ve lost touch with reality
I’ve toiled hard, narrowed down my field
To reach my level of expertise
In my research arena, influence I wield
In every other sphere, I am ill at ease
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I worry I would be rendered irrelevant
If I could not publish, perish I would
That had certainly not been my intent
When at these hallowed portals I had first stood
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The ivory tower makes you climb so high
You lose touch with reality on the ground
Let me descend from the limitless sky
Down to where real wisdom is to be found
Let me apply the knowledge I have gained
Towards practical use, I know it can be done
Among intellectuals I might have reigned
Now there is a harder challenge to be won…