What is it about an empty black road that makes you want to just keep driving? Forget everything behind you, not worry about what's infront of you; just outrun daylight. Glance over at the boy riding shotgun and wonder what dreams are running past his eyes wherever sleep has taken him. Wonder if its OK to hope he never wakes up; just stays in this embracing silence forever. Is it OK to let him sleep and drive on in the dark with Kurt Cobain and his heart-shaped coffin? Is it OK to cry when we make love because I know we'll be together forever, and I don't know how to express how that feels. How can I say how it feels to lay in his bed better than to press my face to his chest and sob? Love can make a free spirit bind her own hands; it can make the strong and proud falter at her lover's touch. I will not be beautiful for beauty's sake, nor will I sing in a cage; but I will be content to sit here and watch while he sleeps, and when he wakes, love him again.