Incompatible

Only sometimes do I wish that we were more similar to each other.
Our incompatibility hurts us.
And for we all are constantly licking our wounds, we do not see that all have survived.
Sure, we all have our cuts and scratches.

Break my body, hold my bones.

We need to expose ourselves,
and only wait and hope that world will not hate us for that.
Otherwise we'd just be a society where everyone is wearing their imaginary trench coats and you never know, who's wearing a bomb underneath it and who's not wearing nothing there to be ready for some raping action.

Buddha said that you can make only two mistakes on your path to truth; not going all the way and not starting at all.
That path is curvy and we're all blind to it.
The only thing that keeps us on that path is the electric fence along it.
That is, we're kept on it trough punishment.

But if we all hold each other's hand, the electricity will be divided between us. If we stand alone, the shock will kill us off separately.

And that's why I want everyone to to continue that path. I don't want you to stop walking.

And if you're not on it yet, I want to make you go on it.