track¹⁷; a dry bottle  :

It rolls across the other end of the table
A lost cause, a carrier of rudiments, a poor cable.

It had but an ounce of creativity within it,
Soaking up ideas like a sponge, trying to be the all-knowing 'it'.

It finally halts, now that its sojourn has come to an end,
And now accepts that it is truly, at its wits' end.

~maits⁶⁹