Of a pair of wings

I have often thought what it would feel like to be able to soar.
To have a pair of wings.
So that I can fly.

To anyone who wanted a lift.
To someone who might want a company.

If I have a pair of wings, would you see me as a monster?
If I wear my underwear inside out, would you see me as a weirdo?
If I try flying, would you think I have not yet grown up?

If I have a pair of wings, I would fly right to you.
To let you know, no matter I am a monster, weirdo or a yet to grown up adult, I still like to fly right to you.
Right to you.