Might be a myth

Looking for my place in the world
Staring everywhere and Nowhere
Searching for everything and nothing
Maybe its a myth

My place that is
Perhaps i am free like a bird
Nesting anywhere i see fit
Flying South during hard times
Returning North when things are steady

Maybe Happiness is a myth
Maybe Love is a myth
Maybe peace is a myth
Maybe security is a myth

What exactly can we control
Not the things that matter; that's for sure
The delusion that we have a choice
that we can forge our path
something better...
maybe its all a myth