the blindness of theory

it's enough to make a volcano blow its top
to listen to fool after fool tell himself lies
while each thinks that he has won the prize
bringing all other thought and theory to a stop
but if we can find within each concept a drop
of simple sense we'd praise it to the skies
instead we shake our heads and rub our eyes
and wonder how trained minds produce this slop
nothing that we do can ever be fine enough
to meet the standards that we set in our heads
but still we try to show that our thoughts matter
in this line of work the thinker must be tough
must overcome his natural fears and dreads
and ignore the eternal sounds of thoughtless clatter