Planners and Ivory Towers

Planning our future while residing in an Ivory Tower, Could endanger its very foundation, As you will be relying on information, From People you have never met, Whose qualifications you may regret, Not having personally checked. Residing in an Ivory Tower, Tends to cloud one's judgement, As you look out the window at mist that never seems to clear, That looks no different than smog. That model showing what your grand plan will look like, That sits in your office 40 stories up, Looks quite different to those, Who live on the ground, Where the Sun seldom bothers to shine. So, if you are planning to, Go down in the lift any time soon, Don't be surprised if you find yourself, On the surface of the moon, With your space helmet, Left behind in your room.