Dragon Phoenix

As I journey my path to the road of life I cannot seemed to see the oxymoron belligerence of my deed The world is a balance as the east always says... ...Once tilted, chaotic existence emerges. What is there to see when one is blind? What is there to do, when the other is cripple? In a sordid world we live, does serenity still exists? Is peace an option? Or is it the only thing to take? Good and evil, ivory and ebony, positive and negative... Are there more to this? Will our choice define who we really are? Or we are just mediocre who conform to what we were made to believe? As we cradle on the ideas of our forefathers, as we lull on the songs of our mothers, as we embrace our humanity we live and exist for a reason. What is your moving purpose in life? Do you think to live? Or you live to think? Do you eat to live? Or you live to eat? Are we privileged to choose a path? Or are we already born with a destiny? Are we inclined to decide based on our education and conscience?