Imagination

Imagination

I am what I am and that's all that I am

I tell myself

I have no demands, I don't have a plan

To sell myself

Every day's the same old song

Go along and get along

Nothing's ever right or wrong

What is hell? The same old smell

The same old situation

No imagination

Whatever life brings, eventually things

Will just work out

Whenever they don't I certainly won't

Be found about

Every new year I resolve

Never gotten past day twelve

Just a problem I can't solve

What is death? The train has left

And you're still in the station

No imagination