Five Minutes of Elation

With age comes acceptance Happiness cannot squeeze itself Inside the sadness of my head Winter when its crisp Tiny morcels of occurance This will do for me instead When I feel virtuous A definite elation Has surely begun Shooting down Incisions of sadness Forcoming, delaying, outdone.. Embracing visions Too many, a futile sensation Natures own allowance that I breathe Encapulates for me, my five minutes of elation..