LEARN FROM THE MASTERS by Tom Jensen
Today is the day I know that I will make it
When I was cast from the mold
Who would know that I'd break it?
In bitter fits of jealousy
There are those who can't take it
Pretend to walk in my shoes
When they know that they fake it
Be yourself don't try to be me
Open the door that'll set you free
My pen name Bob Dylan Junior is gone
I've stepped into the shoes
of a man named Tom
A poet, a writer, who dabbles in song
And learns from the masters
What he's known all along
Since I am a poet
I will fight you only with my pen
I'll drag your name through the mud
And then drag it through again
There's no need for fists
For fighting only leaves you bruised
I've learned that paper cuts never heal
When everybody has heard the news
When made known is your reputation
Then I win and you lose
Since I am a poet
I will try my very best
To separate myself from all others
And try to stand above the rest
Searching for what
hasn't yet been written
Though there's not much
that Dylan left
Be yourself don't try to be me
Open the door that'll set you free
My pen name Bob Dylan Junior is gone
I've stepped into the shoes
of a man named Tom
A poet, a writer, who dabbles in song
And learns from the masters
What he's known all along