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