End of a era

Here comes the end of times.
Times I've loved, times sublime.
But time can't be kept in this vessel.
This visage withers and grows old but this concept older than time itself,
May live to rebirth a new hypocrisy.
I'm but another speck of sand that makes up the landscape of our existence.
Blow me away like the piece of shit pollen I am and we will see how far my ideals are taken.