Time travelling to the present

Hold my hand and lead me to tomorrow,

will the air be much clearer?

In the new time that we will step into,

will the world be more colourful than grey?

If I stumble on the tightrope along the way,

will the safety nets guard our fall, at last?

Are our victories going to be set in stone,

and will our mistakes be charcoal on paper?

What does this tomorrow hold,

this obscure, unreachable vision?

Hold my hand and lead me to tomorrow,

and end this endless time-travel to the present.

Prashamsa Manchiraju