Transcendental Sonnet #1277:
A Thousand Days
the beautiful carousel
A thousand days of up and down and lose and win
Not at all certain where I have just arrived
I have the feeling that I have just survived
A thousand days around and round and spin spin spin
And now the mad carousel stops
The beautiful carousel drops
Me hard on the ground and I look around
What an experience! What a trip!
A thousand spellbound days in the grip
Of the unknown I will never know again
What just happened to me? Was it not glorious?
What is reality? Who is victorious?
A thousand days of searing joy and sadness
An everlasting ecstasy of madness
+Steven Curtis Lance