Eggshells Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Theorizing on the birth of a complex organism
Is it possible to will yourself into existence?
The worldly have a shuttered view
And were the first to criticize the notion of an infinite
 
Chickening out on critical thinking
Everything must have a clear beginning
And every event, everything animate or inanimate, every particle
Must have an explanation for its being
 
I'm tired of walking on eggshells due to a volcanic temper
A split level unpredictable hematoma in waiting
Which came first the hatred or the violence?