There’s nothing in the tank.
You squandered your resources
ignored the warning signs
and now, finally,
at the last,
you’re working off of fumes
and you’re getting nowhere.

You’re gonna crash any minute,
just stop short
and any momentum you had
will fizzle and dissolve
into nothing.
You’ll be just done
and have nowhere to go.

Any second now
you’re gonna get rattled
and while you might spin your wheels
a little bit longer
you’ll be sputtering to a halt
in no time flat.

You’re gonna stop
at any instant
and it’s gonna be ugly,
I tell you.
Any
instant
now…