Daydreaming and Dishes

To write a song. I have to be famous. But first I have to start a band. And learn to write music. But I don’t have friends. I don’t have anyone. I don’t have anyone who would want to start a band with me. I’m listening to my favorite song right now. Daydreaming and it’s a horrible, sad daydream. I’m doing the dishes. But the soap bubbles are popping. My hands are wrinkly from water or maybe age. The water is cold. My thoughts are cold. I drain the water and refill the basin. With no music. No favorite song. In silence, I can get everything done.