Open Letters of Instructions

There are times to stand when we want to fall There are pages turned to other channel frequencies to call Were there are troubling times on end When to open up to a long distant friend There are times to hold tight to an answer There are times to panic and keep your stature Where the button seems to tight on a shirt When released tension grief hurt There are times a chair is good to hold There are times a table is set to know Where plates forks and spoons glass china ware Where set standards reappear were lines of honesty pair There are times to let love cover fear There are times to embrace a tissue wiped tear Where acting is so overrated rims of remorse Where stages holds sets to change pain into choice There is time and time seems to send Time does not falter or pretend Time does not bend backwards but clockwise counter clock the truth This time your time is time to pursue