Ready To Move On

I'm tired to the bone
And I wanna be left alone
Let my memberships expire
Read Don Quixote by the fire

Now there's a man apart, indeed
Perched upon his stalwart steed
Fighting windmills with a stick
And his friends all think he's sick

You know there'll come a day when none of this will matter
It will all be so much mindless chatter
And we won't look at each other and scoff
The day we turn the TV off

No right, no wrong, no weak, no strong
No black, no white, no dark, no light
No in, no out, no faith, no doubt
No red, no green, no fat, no lean

No hope, no fear, no week, no year
No rich, no poor, no less, no more
No round, no flat, no this, nor that
No war, no hate, no church, and no state

No prejudice, no edifice
No evidence, just common sense
No character fault, no pillar of salt
No point of attack, no knife in your back

I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
To move on