This is a three part reprise to it.
I call it "Narcissus II".
It's about growing up a little further.
"I used to beg for roses in the Garden of Love and got them.
The couples laughed and paid, but not anymore.
Now the ladies do not smile, the gentlemen
draw swords and order me away.
I went to look in Narcissus' central pool weeping and asking
why I had a beard.
I saw and heard the answer.
'Figure it out for yourself.
You must have grown up blind to be a fool.
Isn't there something else you want to do or die?
Oh remarkable absence of joy.
What is it?'
A sword broke surface toward me, point first,
then her hand around the hilt appeared.
And then her forearm.
'Here it is.' She said.
From point to hilt and hand.
Take it either way."