Hieroglyphs on an Obelisk

No. You’re stuck. You see that truck
On the side of the road, jacked
Then abandoned mid tire-change,

Owner gone somewhere, god knows?
There you go. Like that, you’re stuck,
Immobilized and hollow,

Incapable of escape
Of any kind on your own.
Good. What could be more peaceful?

Nothing? Nothing much? You’re there.
You’re not going anywhere
Except gradual decay.

You can sense the rising muck.
Might as well savor the day.