In the moments when I feel sad and lonely, I think the question "Why do not people fly?" If I had wings and I could fly like birds, I wouldn't have a chance to be sad all alone.
I would just widely spread its white wings, soared into the sky and hovered in the sky, under the bright sunlight in the air stream. Such free and independent. And maybe somewhere in the sky clung to the flock of the same free birds as I am.
Oh... what a pity people can't fly...
