Smarter than questions

Smarter than questions, Dumber than answers

I am the obeserver.
I am my own sad pretext.
A living record of frivolous time,
Of echoed memories that still burn the mind,
Helpless within my own glass walls, it all blurs by,
Across weary eyes and a withered soul,
Awaiting darkness, at the end of the tunnel,
With wide open arms and a tired smile,
I am my own sad pretext.
I am the observer.