Peace Maybe

Feeling like someone who lived until the future. The past was significant but hardly useful. I guess it's not by appointment like then or when, Its now and again that truly defines tense. If it is meant to happen by any means it will, Not god not you, nor I can control what is and is not real. The future of the world lies inside the palms of those who care, Truth with lies told in a truthful silence traveling from here to there. Once we as a whole move past our class, rags, riches fortunes in heir Then and only then will our world survive when everyone's willing to share?