Floating Weeds

He's good at forgetting the past
He lets things go, even when his feelings are hurt
He's the boyfriend I've known since we were kids
He drifts through his days, playing the flute
At the edge of town
The gears turn
Away from the herd
The gears turn
His ball's misdirected
Does he see some invisible enemy?

His detachment from the world is getting worse
His behavior is dangerous
With unsolicited comments
A swaying, floating weed
Carried by the wind
A floating weed
Why is he different from everyone else?
He should just do what he pleases
Why does everyone laugh?
He's just doing what he wants, off on his own

That's all
That's all he's doing
That's all
What is it he wants to do?
Where is he headed?
Why does everyone laugh?
He's just gazing in another direction, off on his own
That's all
He's just gazing
That's all