I've been having recurring dreams
Of a soccer match played between
Elephants and mice, and it seems
So real to me watching the scene
Of competition on the field.
Today, I saw my doctor and
This recurring dream I revealed.
My doctor seemed to understand,
Probably just anxiety.
Doc said there was a proper pill,
And wrote a prescription for me.
I said, 'Tomorrow I will fill.'
'A pill today does not seem right, '
'Because the finals are tonight.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem