EGGSHELL
Roches

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.