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