Narcissus's Uncertainty "Father hold me tight, Mother don't you cry, in this masquerade of silk and gold, there's no one else to trust. What I can't touch or see; is not real, Do I have to put my hand in his wound to believe? Blue skies will provide shelter to both the clean and the mean; the powerful and the rich will be honored, forgetting all their sins; Society will build a new God, covered with green. No angel will bring the sword and no evil will be crowned, the circle is closed, but the question still belongs... am I alone?"