Did your mother know what she was doing that night she kissed your dad for the first time? Could she feel the intensity you'd project, like sunrays on a summer day? I bet you walked before you crawled. Did your mom know she was raising a masterpiece and molding the mind of an artist? Did your mother put you in that cage you live in, or did you just one day decide you wanted to stay hidden? Did your mother know what she was doing when she kissed your dad that night? Did she know how many smiles and poems and heartbreaks she'd be responsible for? Well, remind me to thank her for her taste in men.