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...
