I am drifting forever through this scenery
the curtains may close but never on me.

I am a curiosity, an oddity
a shifting and the scenery that
some would never care to see.

I drift and therefore I am, whatever kind of mind in man
I am
the specimen, the **** and poke him gentlemen, examine him, disconnect and reassemble him, ****** then and
treasure him, resurrect and we'll inspect him,
an oddity,
a shifting drifting part of the scenery, I may become those curtains and then
they'll close on me and that's
the curiosity.