I was the dreamer

I thought I was someone’s dream. But
one morning I woke up and realized
I was the dreamer.

Now awaken life is like a sad dream
and I’ve lost my direction.

I  don’t doubt his feelings. But fully
awake I can see how he calculated
with mine without any compassion.

He won’t be easy to forget. I thought
I was his dream, but he was mine.

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Jag trodde att jag var någons dröm.
Men en morgon vaknade jag och insåg
att jag var drömmaren.

Nu vaken är livet likt en sorgsen dröm
och jag har förlorat min färdriktning.

Jag betvivlar inte hans känslor. Men
klarvaken ser jag hur han kalkyrerade
med mina utan den minsta medkänsla.

Han blir inte lätt att glömma. Jag trodde
att jag var hans dröm, men han var min.

John Bauer

John Bauer

White rose in front of white background

White rose in front of white background

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