Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

Tears From No Seasons, Nor Anyone Grieves

It was a beautiful dream I had this morning

And once I realized that it wasn't even real

I cried when I watched myself alone and far

From my homeland and there is no way I can

See myself in the old days running with a lot

Of energy and joys to share to my dead friends

People cry and I don't because I know one of

Them will walk me towards my grave for once

Without favour and only the fact that we will

Be meeting again in the day of faithful judgments

I woke up with tears from no seasons nor anyone

Grieves, but they were my tears from my sweet tale

Don't judge me for who am I when I drink alcohol

Judge me when I smoke my cigarette in your space

Lead me to somewhere where sun shines in real

And don't lead me to the moon without any stars

This life doesn't understand my demand anymore

Nothing big, I just want to stay and die in my dream

The Dream of Human Life, after Michelangelo -- Giulio Clovio