Thoughts from the Ivory Tower

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…