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 sme 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