Last Day.-3 James Dean

LAST DAY
JAMES DEAN

SPEEDING ON THE HIGHWAY

TRYING THE CAR'S POTENTIAL,

JAMES GOES, HIS HEART IS POUNDING.

EXCITEMENT, PRESSURE RISING,

RED AUTUMN LEAVES ARE FALLING.

THE COOLEST BREEZE SURROUNDS HIM.

HE'S ANXIOUS, EAGER, WILLFUL.

HE'S YOUNG AND HANDSOME, WINNER.

IS HE A SAINT OR A SINNER?

WHO CARES! THE WORLD TO CONQUER,

WITH CROOKED SMILES AND SEXY EYE DROPS...

AND SO THE PORSCHE SPYDER

RUNS FAST; THE SILVER HIGHWAY

MELTS DOWN ITS WHEELS, SURRENDERS

THE SPEED OF LIFE, CHARISMA

FLYING AWAY IN SPIRALS

HE WHISTLES LOW, A LOVE SONG.

FOR WHOM? YOU KNOW?... MYSTERIOUS

ARE ALL THE WAYS OF LOVING...

AND THEN HE SHUDDERS...SOMETHING

THAT'S WRONG IS GOING TO HAPPEN...

THE CRASHING GLASS AWAKES HIM

OF ALL HIS REVERIES;

STAINLESS STEEL COLLIDING

LETTING LOOSE THE MISERIES.

AND ALL HIS LIFE IS SHATTERED

IN ONE AND ONLY DROP.

THE CUP OF LIFE IS FULL

'THIS GUY,...HE GOTTA STOP'

LAST WORDS IN BROKEN LIPS.

SOMEONE CLOSES HIS EYES
GOD BLESS !, THE ETERNAL SLEEP...