The Songs of Solitude

The hands on the clock count endless hours As the sun rises, then falls to the ground Each day goes by just like the last And still, there's no one around The reflection looking back at me From a dusty, broken mirror Grows older with each passing day But it matters not, I'm the only one here I sing the songs of solitude To the echoes off of the walls Free to sing whatever I want For no ears hear this at all I lay my head down to end this day And escape into the dreams False images of happiness Where everything is as it seems