Let's Leave

I was hoping to be happy by seventeen,
but God seems to have a different plan.
I live through an unending cycle
of unhappiness and boredom.
My sister seemed happy
or she suggested it with her absence.
Everyone Here knows each other,
but no one knows them self.

And Here, I lay in bed.
Consciously dreaming of Leaving this town.
To the Beach, any Beach.
Where the field lays on the Sand,
the Sand clashes with the Sea.
The Stars above,
the cresting Waves below.
We will meet somewhere
in the Middle.