There is no Start button
There is no End button
There is no Fastforward, Rewind,
Skip, or Pause
Can't copy it
Can't burn it
Can't download it
Close your eyes and it might start
Open your eyes and it will end
Dreams can be jibberish,
like baby-talk
Dreams can be articulate,
like a grown-up talk(is supposed to be)
Some dreams are forgotten
Some dreams are heavenly
Some dreams are dark
Some dreams come true
Some dreams warn you...
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I would like to translate this poem
Dreams and Technology. Well delivered.