Sketches (Twenty Something Life) - La Rocca

All I have’s this journal that I write

Sketches of a 20-something life

Glory pieces shining on a page

Boxing night of disappointing rage

Legends never leave an ounce of flesh

Colour fades a memory like death

I mistook with all the sense I had

Words laid down in morning’s turning sad

Left a window seat for who may pass

Long to see a skirt or cotton blouse

Inside of a woman’s changing room

Got invited back, gave opinion too

Coloured queen a winter’s night in a bath

Can you feel this prose tease out a laugh

All I have’s this journal that I write

Sketches of a 20-something life

Never got to see the mighty sands

Settled for a back-row in the stands

Many New Years Eves I spent alone

Shaking with the fear while crawling home

Digging even deeper down for oil

To fuel the fires roaring in my soul

Of course I wanted credit where it’s due

I feel so very blessed to play with you

We get over everything it seems

Wide awake while all around is dream

Dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs

For half a piece of mind, I’d mind your peace

Using every face I run into

Take a seat and tell me something new

All I have’s this journal that I write

Sketches of a 20-something life

Maybe when we travel left of town

I could play the 20-something down

Pretend I’ve won the lottery and sing

Get into the mansion house and

Bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door

Added to the missing lion’s roar

Didn’t we go looking for the place

Where all my inspirations wrote their fate

Telephone kept buzzing on the plane

Filming what could never be again

All I have’s this journal that I write

Sketches of a 20-something life