Keeping my head towards the North.
Flying through the Hot Air and drought that has come upon
the land.

Keeping my head towards the South.
Flying through the indiffrent Cold Air towards the Warm.
Escaping from the cold solitude that has come upon the
land.

Flying around in circles, seeking out of some companionship
and understanding, through the Hot unwilling air and through
the Cold unwanting air,draws me to the ground there to avoid
me and suffocating me