All this will end and begin again

“Everything that you are That you'd like to be Will come in three, my friend Times thine inequity The flutes of the chi Will sound again, my friend Wrap yourself up in gold The fruits of the old Are ripe to be told, my friend For, it's not what you are How you've come to be All this will end and begin again” I rediscovered this song through Spotify shuffle while I was walking on the way home after a LONG day of studying human physiology and anatomy. It was 5PM, the sky was cloudy, and the wind felt just right… then this enlightening ass song blasted on my Airpods. I felt like I was about to turn into a hippie right then and there.