The imagination is always misplaced.

But you got what key you got.

Not changing a thing.

Stick it up a pickle tree or in your knee.

Maybe get it stung by a bee.

It’s always getting lost.

Brainstorm a bit but won’t get you that far.

Can’t be chosen or recreated.

It gets stuck in a hole when you’re down in deep thinking.

Because Doctor Imagination says no today.

Can I try to remake my imagination?

I could. I would. I should.

Oh but then again you get what you got.