I live in an eggshell
Sometimes, if i'm careful, i can make a pinpoint
Through the shell
And see the light.
I'm too big to fit through the hole, though,
And that's my tough luck.

Inside my eggshell i am secure,
As long as i am careful not to move.
But i have no control over what happens from the outside.
I huddle there and worry that something i can not see
Will bump into me

And when it does!
You wouldn't believe what happens in an eggshell then!
I get scrambled.
My brains run like bean soup into my veins, bursting them.
And my blood spatters up against the wall
Worst of all.
A little bit of me seeps through cracks
And trickles away forever.

People who live in eggshells have only one alternative:
They can get hard boiled.